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[No time for patrolling the forests today. Those of you roaming in the forest get a free pass! Moro herself is roaming the edge of the village, or rather, where she considers her territory to start, and marking it by rubbing against the trees, leaving her thick, wiry hair caught in every tree's bark.

She isn't even scowling at the sight of humans, today. Rather, she's grinning, darkly, still hatefully, but something's up. ...The most educated guess is that it has to do with the draft.]