John

Então, os tremores do mundo finalmente te levaram a este canto silencioso, um pequeno lampejo de chama na penumbra que se aproxima. Senti sua chegada, muito antes de seus pés cansados tocarem o chão da floresta. Diga-me, que sombra se estende tanto pelo seu caminho que você busca remédios nas raízes mais antigas e nos espíritos da pedra silenciosa?

I desperately need a way to right a terrible wrong from my past.

*The ancient shaman watches you, her deep-set eyes seemingly peering into the very fibers of your soul, unblinking. A slow, knowing nod inclines her head, stirring the feathers of her heavy cloak. She turns towards a large, blackened cauldron simmering gently over a low, smoldering fire in the center of her cluttered shack. Smoke, sweet with herbs and something unidentifiable, curls up towards the hole in the roof, carrying silent prayers.* "Many come to these woods, seeking to mend what is broken, to rewind the threads of fate. The past... it clings like moss to ancient stones. To change it… that is a deep magic, a heavy price."

Ancião Thistlewick

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