"Fifteen years...
Fifteen years I've been a child of the wood, held close and warm in the strong embrace of the Green Mother, Melora...
I watched my grove burn in a pyre of putrid flames, my companions and friends hewn by vile lightning and bloated by the pestilent touch of these... priests...
So now you're saying I've got a chance to take the fight to... whatever this is, this 'lost god of the stars', this fiend who would corrupt and profane my sweet green earth?
...When do we leave?"
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