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As the party approached the area where they now camped, Baldar could hardly have missed the bushes with the spiny leaves and familiar smell. "Wignanty bushes, just as the Wemic said," he mused to himself. But the process of creating his potion from the boar tusks would take some time and he still needed to go over some of his incantations for tomorrow, so he decided to leave harvesting the leaves for the morning.
Baldar settled down away from the opening leading to camp, a short distance from Soriun's left. He pulled back a small distance from the fire so as not to catch a spark on the pages of his spellbook and began studying, becoming oblivious to the outside world as he absorbed himself in the words of magic.
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