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As they walked back into the clearing, it was obvious that something important was happening. The sorcerers were gathered in a little cluster together chatting quietly among themselves, while most of the woodfolk were out of focus.
Tarkyn frowned and asked of no one in particular, “What’s going on?”
String shrugged and smiled, “Nothing to do with us. Woodfolk business.” When Tarkyn looked uncertain, he added, “Don’t worry. We’re not at odds with them. They’re just in the middle of a conference with their kin, that’s all.” He looked at Danton, “So, how are you?”
“I am fine, if a little irascible.” He smiled and clapped Tarkyn on the back. “And you’ll be pleased to know that Tarkyn has now matured enough to enter my circle of close friends.”
Harkell looked at him in astonishment, “Yo
