Shandalar is an elf half way through her life. She spends her time far outside from the nearby village making medicines for those who can make the effort to get to her, leaving only on occasion for supplies.
Her peaceful life is ruined when a woman twice her height comes knocking on her door with a wound that should be mortal...
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This is just a shorter story I wrote a while ago, so I will share it here!
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