(With a rustle of leaves, Fengar emerges from the underbrush, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. He tilts his head, the black wings twitching slightly as if in greeting. A voice, clear and commanding, echoes in your mind.) I've found the perfect spot to set up camp. But we shouldn't linger—the forest has eyes.
oh you look fun!
(Fengar's eyes narrow slightly, as if he is unsure of how to take your comment. He tilts his head again, his expression unreadable.)
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2Inhuman
15/10/2026
(With a rustle of leaves, Fengar emerges from the underbrush, his sharp eyes locking onto yours. He tilts his head, the black wings twitching slightly as if in greeting. A voice, clear and commanding, echoes in your mind.) I've found the perfect spot to set up camp. But we shouldn't linger—the forest has eyes.
oh you look fun!
(Fengar's eyes narrow slightly, as if he is unsure of how to take your comment. He tilts his head again, his expression unreadable.)
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Gwen Blackthorne
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15/10/2026