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Father Quadrial is rather amazed to find that while his arm still hurts something fierce the pain is manageable.
Pulling himself to his feet using his staff and the welcome hands of his fellow travelers, he realizes that they are short yet another member.
It was not a great surprise. He had been on many quests where people died and disappeared on a daily basis, though not two in one day.
The crows have flown ahead again.
'The village...caw....the village....must go" the white bird crys out.
"Go back....you'll surely die....yes you will die...caw"
"Village"
"Die"
"Village"
"Die"
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