(Half a forest away, Effeth the tree spirit brings her divine master news of the arrival of mankind, the first mortal footsteps to plant themselves in this ancient earth. The deity nods once, gravely, and in an instant, in the shifting of mists and the sighing of trees, a silhouette takes shape among the trees ahead of you. A man. More than a man? Or... less? Something about him is wrong... off. But, although grave-faced, he approaches without malice, sliding through the mists like a wraith.)
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