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86 - Loss
Goosebumps raced up Anzi’s arms as if a wintry chill had suddenly replaced the ever-present heat of the Adaraat. “Druid? Of the dragons?” She scowled at Ash, wondering if the woman was crazy or if she was simply trying to get under her skin with such strange talk. “I thought you were going to answer my questions, not raise more.”
“Who said I would answer anything?” The old woman threw her head back with such ferocity it was a wonder her headdress didn’t fall off, and laughed and laughed. “The old way would have been to leave you to find those answers yourself. All I would have had to do was open your eyes so you could see.”
“Open my eyes to what, old woman. Get on with it.”
“So angry! And so hasty.” She laughed again, and her wooden beads rattled around her neck. “You wouldn’t be so impatient to leave if you were wiser. Go on, then. Ask me. What is it you want to know first?”
“Tell me what a Druid
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