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Once everyone knew what they were doing, Tarkyn ignored the ensuing activity and strode to a large sycamore on the edge of the clearing, assuming the wizards would follow. He walked around it until he had found a smooth section of trunk at chest height. Then he dragged off his shirt and stood with his back against the tree.
Caroman frowned, “What are you doing?”
“Last time I provided a channel for the forest’s life force to Stormaway, the river of power running from one hand to the other made me feel nauseated. Perhaps if I use my back to absorb the power and use a hand on each of you, it will feel more even.”
“Good idea, Tarkyn. It may work,” said Stormaway, “And you’ll have a larger part of yourself in contact with the tree which may increase the amount of power you can absorb.”
