[center][b][h3][color=00ff00]J'eon the Blacksmith[/color][/h3][/b][/center]
J'eon eyed the tree before him, then carefully knocked.
"If you're awake," he rumbled, "And aware of me, I come for a branch."

Getting no response, the blacksmith took hold of a stout sucker limb growing from the tree's base and chopped it off in one blow. 

The tree... did not react. J'eon sighs in relief, then pricked one of his digits, pressing the small bead of blood into the fresh cut wood.

"I thank you for this sacrifice."

Picking up the newly chopped limb, J'eon began to decend towards the encampment below. 

"Ah," he sighs when he sees a small troop of Glen approaching from the other side. "What brings him out...?"

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[center][h3][color=00ff00][b]Jack Mallory, X.O.[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

"Silbermine's approaching?" Jack demanded, the cameras swiveling around to capture the Glen lordling with his escorts. 

"Wodan, please check to see if there are more Glen coming this way?"