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Alaroth Slendershard

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Alaroth Slendershard

Alaroth Slendershard is a Kurnoth Hunter and member of the Dreamseed. Standing at 11’4″ he may look like the muscle of the group, but beware, he’s as smart as the come.

Have you met Alaroth Slendershard while within The Great Weave? Or have something to add to her story? Do that here!

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