The man scoffed, catching the pouch. He poured its contents into his hand, counting the coins roughly, before putting them back inside.
“Fine. If you’re so intent on protecting this wee tree.”, he shook his head, grabbing the handle of his cart and pulling it along with him, leaving the forest again. All the while, the animals kept a close eye on him, creepy in their staring, as the forest seemed darker than before.
A few of the animals left again though, going all in the same general direction: the heart of the forest. Elvin was hurt, and even he needed time to heal, just like the tree that had been cut. Until it had healed it with its resin, Elvin would be in pain as well.
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