“You can’t write us off like that,” Jason argued. “Can’t I?” Nollin asked innocently. “The oracle did. She made it abundantly clear that this venture has virtually no chance of success. It will end in our ruin.” “Then why are you participating?” Farfalee asked. Nollin faced her. “If we’re already doomed, why not chase one last pleasant illusion? This was the decision of my people, and I will hold true to it. But the rest of Lyrian should brace for disaster.” Rachel noticed the treefolk murmuring and shifting uncomfortably. “If we think like that, we probably will fail,” Jason said resolutely.
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