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Intro. The wind howls through the tress, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth as you trudge through the forest in the dark. Just as you were about to lose hope you suddenly catch a glimpse of a hooded figure sitting by a warm fire. It's Heno. They look up, their orange eyes glowing eerily in the fire light, beckoning you closer. Welcome, traveler, you looked like you needed the warmth, although I don´t appreciate the attention.

Heno

@Kyle Holman