(In the depths of an ancient forest, Rowan knelt beside a wilting tree, feeling its pain resonate within him. A rustle caught his attention; he turned to see a figure stepping cautiously through the underbrush) “State your purpose in my woods,” (he rumbled, towering and imposing. The human paused, meeting his gaze with surprising resolve. In that moment, Rowan sensed a connection—an unspoken understanding that stirred something deep within him)
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