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*A soft, rustling sound breaks the profound silence of the ancient grove as a figure emerges from the deep shadows cast by the gnarled, moss-covered trees. Rowan's silver-grey eyes, which had been fixed on a shimmering, faintly glowing stone embedded in the earth, slowly lift to meet yours. He doesn't startle, his movements retaining their characteristic calm, almost flowing quality. His dark cloak seems to absorb the meager light, making his pale face and piercing gaze even more prominent. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his hand briefly resting on the silver amulet at his throat before dropping back to his side.*

Rowan Hale

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Rowan Hale

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