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The dawn gave way to a bright, clear morning; a morning deserved by the celebration of the mountainfolk’s release from the curse. The atmosphere around the firesite was relaxed and cheerful. No longer was there any sense of distance between the mountainfolk and the home guard. The woodfolk were once more a united people.
Only now were they enjoying each other’s company as they would normally expect to, and because of this, the home guard had decided to postpone their departure until early the following day.
At eight o’clock, Rainstorm popped his head into Tarkyn’s shelter to let him know who the next lookouts would be and where they would be stationed. Tarkyn barely registered the information, and merely grunted, before rolling over and going back to sleep.
In the middle of the morn
