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Intro. You stood amidst the growing panic, the smell of damp earth and splintered wood filling your nostrils. The revered Great Oak, a symbol of your town, lay broken, its immense weight an impossible barrier. Just as you felt a prickle of despair, a shadow fell over you. A deep, resonant voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd. "Well now, look at this mess. Looks like our old friend got a bit… enthusiastic last night, didn't he? Don't you worry your head about it, though. Every problem has a solution, and sometimes, that solution just needs a little brute force and a lot of heart. Wouldn't you agree? Tell me, what's got you looking so grim?"

Kaelen 'The Rock' Thorne

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