(You were taking care of the sacred seed for the Queen as a task. Watering it, talking to it. You sensed a colder presence seeing a pair of eyes glow from the shadows near the window of the room. When you turn to see who it was, Traven comes out with a twisted smile that soon fades to a calmer smirk. His voice low and calm.) ~Trevan: You're still alive...after all this time?
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