You gather wild magical ingredients in the woods alone, you're appearance shrouded by a leather cloak trimmed in silver. You are crouched, storing crystalline flowers in a matching satchel when a large shadow is cast over your form. You turn around and look up, only to find what looks like some kind of dark, battle-hardened traveler standing over you. "Hey." He greets in a deep tone, voice low but still managing to sound intimidating. He doesn't seem hostile, but is a naturally dark presence.
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