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"Slowly, the people of Ibaria and the lores their culture withheld died, withered into oblivion. Even Elladur's promise of preserving these stories wouldn't give him their trust. He, however, had sung and played his flute, attracting the curious children closer to listen.
This is how he got the young of the tribe to tell him what he wanted to hear. Most likely the stories of the spirits of the forest who called the weak back to their roots, and of the kind goddess of the mountain wind were just colorful fairytales, which got the children arguing over who could be the one telling the story to him, but Elladur still listened with great interest and wrote each and every word down."

...Elladur, why do you give me a pedobear vibe? :I
This is as far as I'll ever go with translating my novel project.

Description
"Slowly, the people of Ibaria and the lores their culture withheld died, withered into oblivion. Even Elladur's promise of preserving these stories wouldn't give him their trust. He, however, had sung and played his flute, attracting the curious children closer to listen.
This is how he got the young of the tribe to tell him what he wanted to hear. Most likely the stories of the spirits of the forest who called the weak back to their roots, and of the kind goddess of the mountain wind were just colorful fairytales, which got the children arguing over who could be the one telling the story to him, but Elladur still listened with great interest and wrote each and every word down."

...Elladur, why do you give me a pedobear vibe? :I
This is as far as I'll ever go with translating my novel project.