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An elderly elfess with a hunchback and graying hair can be seen wandering around, communing with nature and harvesting herbs. She appears to be lost deep in her thoughts and often mumbles to herself as she will suddenly say something to nobody in particular as there is no one around.

She wanders inside the walls of Runewick and sits down with a book for a while, reading the Statute Book of Runewick, written by Archmage Elvaine Morgan. She mutters to herself that it isn’t nearly as long as she expected it to be, having only twelve paragraphs. “Why, it says nothing about followers of… hm, this is quite a surprise.” She snaps the book closed and places it back on the shelf with some respect for the people and place as is appropriate and leaves as quietly as she came.

As I was walking into the Necktie Inn, I heard the lovely notes of a panpipe, which was being played by an elf. He was a lively fellow, eager to learn with many questions about elven lore. We spoke at length about what elves eat and the earth and plants around us. About the Five and how they work in harmony. I am reminded of my youth of oh so long ago and what it was like to be filled with questions.

I do miss the old elven community run by the elders. This would have better helped a younger elf such as the one before me so he didn't have to seek random elves in the woods for guidance. I hope our old ways are not completely lost.