“You don't need to apologize, miss.”

Penelo sat there and cried, the guilt overwhelming. Through blurry eyes, she looked up at Erlan and nodded.

He placed a firm hand on her shoulder, squeezed, and then rose.

“My brother would have wanted to be laid to rest here. Let's take care of the elder while we're at it. I'm sure Silvertree would be pleased.

After several fruitless minutes trying to dig a grave, the two elves fell over backward in surprise when the ground began to shift and mold into two holes.

Silvertree would like me to pass on his appreciation for your efforts. Please allow me to help.

Penelo stared in awe at the two wolves dumbfounded about how she might reply.

My dear, I believe you have rendered this...

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