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We told her of our discovery, and she followed every word- writing it down on a scrap of parchment. As expected, it was unlikely that they would be able to help, but she would file it, and do the best she could.
Now, if only the best was better.
We had done what we had set out to do, and my story was over. The elves- the wisest of the peoples of the Three Isles- knew of the dilemma, and they would try to help. There was no more use for Aneira and me, and no way we could go back to Lashar. Perhaps we could make ourselves of use to the Nameless One, now that we knew his secret, or move to some small town somewhere. Whatever we decided to do, it was the end of one (rather short) chapter: but the beginning of another.
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