Happy Life
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- Hmm...? - looking around and making sure no one is watching, the priestess examines the tree - perhaps something is scribbled on it in an elegant font? Or is there a riddle hidden in the grass or near the roots? Or maybe somewhere in the branches or leaves? If not, she checks the symbol itself - perhaps the bark in this area easily separates from the trunk.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
