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He shrugged and gestured to the woodchips and fragments of tree and smoking crater as Tiral asked his questions. There was little enough left of the tree and nothing at all of the sigil.

"I could draw you a copy of the sigil. It's a lucky thing that I was here instead of another knight."

With the arrival of the fairies he froze. In his homeland they were known to be mischievous troublemakers that could be slow to forgive a grudge or a debt. At first glance though these seemed to be more benevolent.

"If this dark lady did this, then yes. We would appreciate any aid you could give."