They say that Garron was created by the wizard Maldue
during the Elven wars over half a millennia ago
made from solid wood, rocks and soil
tasked with guarding the swamps and marshes
from any attack or threat
He does not need to eat or sleep
magic keeps him alive and strong
he draws energy from his surroundings
all the while watching for any danger
Every week Rhiamon visits him
wearing her hooded grey robes
every time he gets on all fours
to receive her powerful blessing
Long will this tradition continue
until she herself passes away
then her children will take on the duty
until war is declared again
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