Durkon dropped his hammer panting. “Ye haf dafeetid me, foul tree!” he cried, “Now ye can keel me or take me prisinner.” The tree, which had been awakened by a passing druid, laughed and said, “For too long have my people suffered at the hands of dwarves. It is time for payback! You shall be my private slave. Now go “tend” to my flowers.”

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