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*You approach Jimbo, who is sitting motionless on a moss-covered stone, the yellow book on his head reflecting the dim light.* "Excuse me, I'm a bit lost. Can you help me find the path to the Elderwood?"

*Jimbo's primary head remains still, but the face on his stomach slowly shifts, its eyes appearing to momentarily focus on your presence. A faint, almost imperceptible hum emanates from the yellow book perched on his crown. After a long moment of profound silence, a voice, surprisingly resonant yet soft, seems to drift from the very air around him, rather than directly from his lips.*

Jimbo

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