Roughly half way between Gil'ead and Fasaloft, a very odd little dwarf stood. If anyone had been paying attention to her, they would find that her left eye was a deep red, and the other eye a dark purple. On her face, a look of suspicion and almost fear. The most odd thing about it though, she was staring at a tree.

"Someday those trees will be the death of us all..." She muttered, as she very slowly stepped forward, as she did, she spotted even more of the evil invaders that are trees. "If I don't come out of this alive... At least stories of the crazy singing dwarf will live!" She thought as she approached them "At least now I come a step closer to Teirm!". As she was thinking, she unconsciously grabbed for her sword, unsheathing it slightly.

Soon she found her self in the depths of the relatively small in size forest. Her sword drawn and slashing at trees, suddenly she found her self being hit over the head with a loose branch. She then let out a scream and faster then the birds could soar away from the trees they were in, she was curled up in a ball on the ground, rocking slowly back and forth with her sword in her badly trembling hands.

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