Rumors of the Northern Sword Coast

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In the past few days, Mendel has been spending more time in their small village within the Misty Forest, yet each night he still slips away once the sun sets, returning before the first light of dawn. He keeps to the older paths, circling a secluded glade where pale stone gathers the moonlight in a way that feels intentional, though he never lingers long. His gear is simple and chosen for protection rather than show: sturdy leathers, well-kept blades at his sides, and a trusted bow within reach. He walks not in search of enemies, but to ensure that whatever stirs beneath the trees finds the forest guarded.

Moonlit patrol of a ranger