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The fire burned bright, casting a glow on Elves face as she splayed the herbs and some powder on the blanket she sat on by the fire, Seth McMahon chugged on a can of beer watching Elves work in eerie silence from where he sat on a log of wood. They had camped in the woods at a safer distance from the borders of Crescent Pack. One of the spies sent to spy on Crescent Pack had volunteered to lead them through the secret passage when the time came. He was sprawled not too far away from the fire, exhausted from the tasks he took on earlier. Elves held the herbs she had gathered earlier over the flames of fire, sprinkling some tepid water over it making the fire burn with more fog than flames. Seth trusted her wits, she was the wise one of Syzygy Pack after all. She was his only chance at ge