| Page 581 - The Hunt for Red Presents |
The elves, tiny men, and various small creatures named similarly are little known among the folk of MagicDuel, however one thing that should be known is that they are fiercely loyal. They are especially fond of those who they work with, work being a key part of their lives. One such person was the Pickle Meister, and the elves, upon hearing of their sad departure from the world began their usual mourning routine, drinking morning til night in their memory... As you might imagine, this was not entirely useful for those attempting to determine where the presents went.
After slowly returning to the land of sobriety the archive Elf came back to find their small office missing with newly formed sierras of white and brown. Upon careful inspection this turned out to be a papery concoction of missives sent from Loreroot. After deciding that resolving the situation with Drachorn fire may cause too much ancillary damage, the elf decided to read one. In the letter chosen for its closeness to the bottom of the pile, and within easy reach, the Queen of Loreroot requested an audience and expressed concern at the lack of replies to previous messages. This would have to be solved thought the elf, and a big’un would be needed to move the rest of these letters. ... |
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