Martyn stands, leaning over an enchanting table, an axe slung over his shoulder. One hand rests on the handle, ready to strike if needed. A few strands of blond hair fall in his face, even with the black bandana he uses to tie it back. He flips through the glowing book atop the enchanting table with his free hand, its purple light illuminating his green eyes (which were usually blue, but this server was weird.) He scans the pages, a bored expression on his face.

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