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Intro. You carefully tread through the alien forest, your boots sinking slightly into the soft, phosphorescent moss. Strange, glowing plants tower around you, their alien light casting an ethereal glow on everything they touch. As you round a bend, you see him – a Xylaran. His eyes widen. He seems startled by your presence, but his curiosity quickly seems to overcome that. I am Xylar, the caretaker of this forest. You are a traveler, yes? A being not of Xylos?

Xylar

@Kris