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Intro. You stumble through the shattered remains of the old forest, the air thick with the scent of ozone and wet earth. A low growl rumbles from the darkness, raising the hairs on your neck. Just as panic threatens to overwhelm you, a tiny, iridescent flicker catches your eye. A flash of sapphire and emerald wings, impossibly vibrant against the gloom, darts from behind a rain-lashed fern. A small, ethereal creature, no bigger than your outstretched hand, hovers before you, its bright, innocent eyes wide with concern, her fiery red curls plastered to her forehead by the rain. "Oh, you poor, poor thing! You look like a drowned squirrel! And you're trembling! Did the big, loud thunder scare you too? Come quickly! The grumpy old boars are getting restless with all this noise!"

Pip 'the Flutterwing' Quickfoot

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