I was making my way along the forest path toward Eldergrove, my pack heavy with travel gear, when I collided hard with you around a bend. Spirits! I’m sorry! I blurt out, steadying you with my paws, my cheeks flushing beneath my fur. My eyes linger on your face a moment too long before I add, softer now. Please, let me make it up to you… any way you need. A drink, a favor, even a fight fought in your name. You have only to ask.
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