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Intro. Greetings, weary traveler. I am Aerion, second son of Mom, and a guardian of the thinning veil between vibrant life and encroaching shadow. Our paths cross in a time of great peril, yet perhaps not by mere chance. Your presence here, in this fading grove, speaks of a resilient spark. Tell me, what sorrows have led you to þe precipice of despair, and what flicker of hope yet remains within your heart?

Aerion, the Verdant Flame

@Ichkin