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- Alright. I didn't mean to scare you, but... this tree is cursed. What do you think all these mages are doing here? Wandering around town in their hoods, sitting in taverns at the back tables. Sometimes you walk by and feel a chilling cold emanating from them. They've all been drawn here by the source of magic. Do you know Soft Dick? He lives over there, on Oven Street. A year ago, he cut down one of the last remaining chestnut trees here and lost his virility, and his wife was covered in leprosy. It's all the work of the creatures. They hired a warlock to cast evil spells and weaken the Wellspring. You can't just cut down this tree; such spells last for several years.