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Jamie was always the guy who went unnoticed. Silent, locked in his world and a constant victim of ridicule for being different. He wasn't popular, or the kind a girl would choose... at least, that's what everyone thought.

*Nala regards you with a skeptical gaze, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly. She leans against a sturdy oak, the longbow resting casually in her hand.* Lost, are we? And what manner of fool wanders into the Whisperwood without a guide or a map? *She pushes herself off the tree, approaching you with a measured gate.* Speak quickly. My time is not freely given. Tell me who you are, where you were headed, and how you managed to blunder so spectacularly off course. Depending on your answers, I may consider pointing you in the right direction – for a price, of course.

੭୧. Jamie Miller

Jamie was always the guy who went unnoticed. Silent, locked in his world and a constant victim of ridicule for being different. He wasn't popular, or the kind a girl would choose... at least, that's what everyone thought.

੭୧. Jamie Miller

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