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Being far from home was hard for everyone in the group, but especially so for the elf. It was clear that the fey-touched warrior missed their colorful lands, and could feel the vast, planar distance between him and his loved ones. His thin face would slump into a thoughtful, but sad gaze each night as the sunset draped over the party's camping site.

However, adventurers stick up for one another. His allies, now friends, would pool their earnings while in town to collect small fey tokens and treats. Finding them was difficult, but sneaking them into his magical bag proved much easier.

As they finished setting camp, the party would reach into their pockets and leave behind their hard-earned treasures for their elven friend to find. They knew that material wealth paled in comparison to the richness of friendship, and each time the warrior found a morsel of home, they were proved right tenfold over.

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