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Lotharn looked at the wizard. In a sense he reminded him of Gandalf, but a younger version of him. He was human, but that did not mean anything for some wizards. They had learned the magic to keep them from aging as normal humans did. They aged but very slowly, some like Gandalf had lived for hundreds of years. Timberline looked middle age, but could be a lot older then that. He seemed surprised that they were there. He wondered if Timberline knew where the elf communities were. Those like Gandalf knew and visited them often.
"Why am I here?" he asked. "Well you are the reason." I was making my way north and was passing this town, when I heard other travelers on the road speak of two elves showing up here. They retreated to their forest cities long ago. Therefore I thought it strange that two would be here." He looked them over. "So where are you to from?"
"From the west, beyond the great plain." Lotharn said. "The majority of us have returned to the Misty Isles where our ancestors came from. Those here never heeded the call to return. We came in search of them."
Timberline looked at Octivia. It was as if he felt something and looked at her with questioning eyes.
"Why am I here?" he asked. "Well you are the reason." I was making my way north and was passing this town, when I heard other travelers on the road speak of two elves showing up here. They retreated to their forest cities long ago. Therefore I thought it strange that two would be here." He looked them over. "So where are you to from?"
"From the west, beyond the great plain." Lotharn said. "The majority of us have returned to the Misty Isles where our ancestors came from. Those here never heeded the call to return. We came in search of them."
Timberline looked at Octivia. It was as if he felt something and looked at her with questioning eyes.