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Morning approached, and Serenhart entered the meeting tent. “Good morning, young lord,” Tim greeted him. “Good morning, Tim. Any news?” Serenhart asked. Tim took out a map and pointed near the middle of the forest. “This part of the forest has been overrun by monsters,” he explained. “According to our scouts, the monsters seem to be fleeing from something.” “We need to find what’s disturbing the forest,” Serenhart said, addressing everyone in the meeting tent.