"Is that so? This owl already sees you so you're wrong on that account," Aenwyn quips. "Regardless, I'd still get a spectacular view of the island." Aenwyn watches the owl take flight.

She turns around. "A wood elf? It's rather rare to meet another one of my kin. And one so young. Ah, forgive me I haven't introduced myself yet. I am Aenwyn Loradi. As you can see, I am mage. Your name is Karl Shadowthorn correct? 


Karl's arm catches Aenwyn's eye. A prosthetic arm, suddenly Aenwyn's interest in this elf piqued. "What happened to your arm?"

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