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Dyvia looked in disgust at the lame creature. She loved birds, aye, but the featherless crow gave her shivers.
Luna seemed to be drawn towards it however, the elf being on step away from taking it.
"I will bear it. Luna's magical abilities, no matter how affected, are more important than my smithing at this point."
Silencing Erik as he went to object, she stepped forward to face the crone and held out her hand.
"What now?"