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It was a beautiful spring morning in the forest. Except for a few droplets, the dew had dried on the grasses underfoot leaving them soft and fresh while above, the newly unfurled leaves created a bright canopy against the strong blue of the sky.
Danton stood with his shoulder leaning against a tree, waiting with feigned unconcern for Tarkyn to emerge from his shelter. Stormaway gave him a casual pat on the shoulder as he wandered past.
A minute later the wizard returned, having thought twice about it, “Danton, you have nothing to fear. Have faith in your liege.”
Danton gave him a wry smile, “I do have faith in him, Stormaway, but… I just can’t help myself. I have to reassure myself that all is well between us.”
Stormaway smiled understandingly, “You’re a good boy, Danton. You alway
