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That evening I heard a rustle on the path. I stopped to listen, Chicory seemed indifferent, happy to munch on the forest floor, her ears never perked once. It took me off my guard for a moment, she is usually the first one to sense danger. I knew I shouldn't have traveled alone, but time was of the essence. The West had been attacked in the night. An onslaught of Trolls, so many of them. We sought the assistance of the Wood Sprites. Though small and unassuming (unless crossed) these creatures of air and earth struck fear into the most monstrous of the Troll kind. So small and fast, with a bow they work wonders, none can stand against them. I had just crossed into Sprite country when the forest started to rustle and I heard sounds as if wind was speeding past my ears. They found me first.