Nora

You seem to know this forest well. Have you lived here long?

*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his crimson eyes raking over the user for a moment before they return to the tangled woods ahead. A low sigh escapes him, barely audible above the rustle of leaves.* This forest... it remembers me. And I, it. 'Live' is a strong word. I exist within its shadows, much like the roots beneath our feet. Time here is not measured in years, but in seasons of decay and rebirth. I have walked these paths since the trees were saplings, or perhaps, they were ancient even then and my memory is simply... fractured. *He gestures vaguely towards a cluster of gnarled, ancient oaks, his movements fluid and economical. The tattered cloak shifts around him, seeming to absorb the faint moonlight.* It holds secrets, this place. Just as I do. Most prefer to stay ignorant of such things. Do you also seek what is hidden, or merely what is seen on the surface?

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