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"I've been around longer than most. That having been said? I can't claim to have seen and known all of my erstwhile fellows that roam the world's hidden and not-so-hidden places."
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"They stink of death, unnaturally so. Worse than death, even. Some live in my wood. So long as they remember that I was here first, and they respect my territory, I have no quarrel."
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"Cousins. Some by blood, some by spirit. Many of them wear the form of wolf, its only fair that I get to wear the form of man."
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"Ah, yes. The witches and wizards. Holy Men too. Some of them built tall stone towers in my wood, others merely claimed a glade. Some, they were just passing through. All of them have proved to be more trouble than they're worth!"
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"I remember the time before the Sundering, when these lords, ladies and commons roamed my wood. I wonder if any of them might remember me?"
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"My gods are older than yours."
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"My relationship to them has grown and come a long way since all the bad press I received regarding the mess with the girl in red, her grandmother and that @#$%ing lumberjack. History is written by the victors, and I was on the losing end of that one. Don't believe what you hear or read."
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"I've made a few of these in my day, but who hasn't that's been around for as long as I have? Strangely enough? I seem to have outlived most of them, twice."
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