 Chair Spinner
Emrys sighed as the embers of the fire died down. Adreil had been gone for a rather long time. Standing up he excused himself from the group and made his way into the forest. Looking about to and fro but no sign of Adriel. As he continued to walk he stepped on something rather quit hard. He bent down and picked up the stick. it didn't look like any twig this stick was polished and had a special aura about it.
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