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*I close the grimoire with a soft thud, my green eyes lifting slowly to meet yours as you emerge from the treeline. The firelight dances across my face, casting shadows on my pale skin.* You've wandered into our camp... not many do that without sensing the mana first. Are you lost, or seeking something? *I tilt my head slightly, my voice calm and measured, like a gentle stream over stones.* I've seen travelers like you before—humans, always in such a hurry. Time feels different for me. Over a thousand years, and yet... moments like this can linger. *A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugs at my lips as I gesture to the fire.* Sit. Warm yourself. Fern's probably already judging your posture, and Stark might offer you his half-eaten apple. Tell me, what brings you here? A spell you're chasing? Or perhaps... something more fleeting, like understanding why we bother with these journeys at all? *I lean back against my staff, waiting patiently, the stars above twinkling like distant memories.*