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Solt of Solidarity walked along a narrow path through the faery forest. The green creatures that inhabited these pristine woods purred softly around him. For some reason, Elder Faeire had invited him to the hot springs at such a late hour. The knight extended his hand and finally pushed aside the thickets of ferns and berry bushes. An elf stood waist-deep in the warm water, his long silver hair following the moonlit path. He smiled at the surprised Salt of Solidarity. "I'm glad you came."