The carving of a Furbolg has been riddled with sharp thorns and splinters of metal. They are gouged into its face, neck, and body. And yet, the carving can clearly be made out to have an almost childlike appearance. Was this someone's toy once? What were the Satyr doing with it?
<The Furbolg watches you curiously as you approach.>
<He peaks his ears and snatches the effigy away. He is silent for several seconds, before mewling quietly.> This was given to me when I was a mere cub, by my parents. We bless them to protect us, always. They are deeply personal, you only ever get one in life. I sensed something I was barely able to see snatch it away as I came to Forest Song for refuge! I have no idea what they were doing to it, or why. Sometimes it is best not to ask. <Picking out the thorns, he hugs it to his chest and nods.> You cannot know how much this means to me. I have very little, but I would have given everything away to keep this. So please, take... take.
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