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| - One by one, every elf in the village of Woody Hollow was feeling the urge to Retreat. Loindyl did not feel this way at all. He had visited his family in Evermeet but found no inspiration for this artwork there. He loved the wildness and unpredictability of the forest - and hated the posh civilization of the island. Finally it got to the point where Loindyl would be the only one left in the village, neither a practical nor safe option for him, appealing as it sounded to a hermit like himself. He helped the last of his family make their move to Evermeet, where he met an elderly elf named Larien Aurora. "Go to Erülisse," Larien suggested. "My family is still there, and they seem quite content to stay." For lack of any better ideas, Loindyl took the elf's advice, packing up his artwork and oth
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| - One by one, every elf in the village of Woody Hollow was feeling the urge to Retreat. Loindyl did not feel this way at all. He had visited his family in Evermeet but found no inspiration for this artwork there. He loved the wildness and unpredictability of the forest - and hated the posh civilization of the island. Finally it got to the point where Loindyl would be the only one left in the village, neither a practical nor safe option for him, appealing as it sounded to a hermit like himself. He helped the last of his family make their move to Evermeet, where he met an elderly elf named Larien Aurora. "Go to Erülisse," Larien suggested. "My family is still there, and they seem quite content to stay." For lack of any better ideas, Loindyl took the elf's advice, packing up his artwork and other belongings. He took an immediate fancy to the quaint village of Erülisse, which seemed to welcome him without expecting much in return. Loindyl did not want to get attached to anyone, fearing that they too would all leave him behind someday. He made it clear that he preferred to be left alone, and rewarded their compliance by displaying some of his precious artwork in the Temple and the schoolhouse. He hired the crippled carpenter Voltaril Müellen to build him a treehouse and thanked him by painting the man's house with a beautiful mural. All in all, things were okay. But one day, after Loindyl was settled in to a routine, he caught a glimpse of Echo Aurora and everything went to hell. He watched her climbing a tree with a friend who might have been pretty on any other day, but compared to Echo she was quite plain. Her leafy hair was loose and beguiling; she was so graceful and yet wild, he nearly went mad with desire. Since then the two of them have become friendly, but no more, despite his efforts to court her. Echo visits his home when in need of entertainment, or to pose for a portrait, and (once!) for a tattoo, leading him on mercilessly. Loindyl relieves his frustrations on an odd-looking young cleric whose name he could never quite remember, thinking only of Echo's curves, the feel of her perfect slender hip where he had tattooed the golden heart. It had been a simple enough design, but on her skin it glowed and became his greatest work of art to date. She told him recently that she had not yet shown it to anyone else, and the thought of it being a secret for him and him alone drove him crazy with pleasure. Someday...someday he would kiss that golden heart and every other part of her.
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