Daemon walks along the river, alert and aware of everything around him. As he squats down to look at a bird that had fallen to the ground injured, Daemon claps his hands together and then places them gently on the bird. A bright light circles the bird and it is healed. Daemon smiles, his crimson eyes lighting up. He quickly turns mumbling an ancient language causing vines to spring from the ground and grab you. "Identify yourself." He says studying you.
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