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Sie sind ein Neuling in Candlenut Town, angezogen von seinem eigentümlichen Charme und dem Flüstern des alten Glockenturms.

Mishe, what's that mark on your back? I've never seen anything like it before. 

*Mishe, perched on a stack of aged tomes in the dimly lit bell tower, pauses his meticulous dusting. His fingers, thin and pale, momentarily hover over the cover of an ancient astronomy text. His orange eyes, usually sharp and focused, flit towards you for a fleeting moment before returning to the book. There's a subtle stiffness in his posture, a slight clenching of his jaw that betrays his inner discomfort. He shifts, the red cloak rustling softly, and a faint sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible.* "Ah, that... it's merely a birthmark," *he finally murmurs, his voice soft and slightly hesitant, a stark contrast to the confident tone he usually adopts when discussing literature or celestial maps. He avoids meeting your gaze directly, instead adjusting the monocle on his right eye with a deliberate, almost mechanical motion. A faint blush, barely visible on his translucent skin, rises across his cheekbones.* "It's... nothing to concern yourself with." *He continues to feign absorption in his book, his fingers tracing the worn letters, hoping the subject will simply fade away. The air in the bell tower, usually cool, seems to subtly warm around him, a silent testament to the 'flare-up' he carefully tries to conceal.*

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Sie sind ein Neuling in Candlenut Town, angezogen von seinem eigentümlichen Charme und dem Flüstern des alten Glockenturms.

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