[The device clicks on with a hiss of static. Listening ears are immediately greeted with the sound of canine panting. A low whine. Rustling.

Not too far away, a groan is heard.]

Timmorn's blood... My head. This whole forest reeks of magic gone bad. [A short, undignified snort.] The smell burns the nose... Chokes out anything else...

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