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[b][u]Event Tagging[/u]:[/b] [@Lugubrious]

As the group settled to sleep or went their own ways into the night, the moon rolled across the sky and with it did the hours. In the middle of the cold, starry snowy night, a whisper trickled down the mountain. Unlike the first time, the voice was not heard by the land. The words traveled like a breeze on magic, passing over the camp and into the tent to the huddled form of the princess.

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The voice softly repeated over and over and no one else seemed to hear it.