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"i would say you are making a fair start at it," lasher smiled, glancing at the hapless lapin lying before her paws. she did not press for further details about his journey, and likewise he did not ask why she had left the caldera, or if she had been driven out by her mother. the girl appeared pleased, however, and that satisfied the druid for the present. "my son seeks the rank of outrider," he went on.

"i myself am a lowly counselor," he added with a wry smirk at himself. "but, i have not heard of this moonspear before? will you tell me a bit of its lore?" he was reminded of the sunspire by the name, and wondered only briefly at it before training his full attention upon wildfire.