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"The trees might survive, but my staves only sell because they are the finest in the kingdom. If they are subjected to fire, they'll be average at best and I'll never be able to sell them. My family has been farming this land for a hundred years."

Ethan thought he saw her eyes get slightly watery. He hadn't noticed before, but they were a rich hazel color.

"Maybe it won't happen." He suggested. "But I think we should be ready if they come back."

Alana nodded. "I have several staves that are ready to sell and a hidden storage pit not far away. I doubt they know about it. I can store them there for tonight."

"How about harvesting some of these early?" Ethan gestured at the trees outside the door.

She shook her head. "They're not ready, but we should be. And thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?" he asked. "They might destroy your farm because of me."

"It's not your fault." Alana said. "I'd be dead if you hadn't saved me from Drousin and you warned me Hermair might attack tonight, which