[center][h3][color=39b54a]Toron "Troll" Henson[/color][/h3][/center]

  The soothing subtle sound of a lone flute drifted through the deep forest. A lone man sat with his legs crossed in a small meadow bobbing from side to side while the tune was played. This man wore a long green cloak with patchwork designs of orange, purple and Grey. It had almost looked like the man had been there for some time. Vines and other plants have grown up and around the young man, insects and small creatures also gathered and crawled through the vines and flowers.

  The grass and other plants that surrounded the man grew lush and plentiful, insects buzzing and chirping adding to the sound of the flute. The grass and flowers almost seemed to sway with the same rhythm of the man. Just beyond the man lay four black and Grey lumps, these lumps slowly breathed in and out as they slumbered. One would notice with closer inspection the lumps were not lumps at all but sleeping wolves basking in the warmth of the sun and the calming nature of this flute playing man.

  The forest was alive with chirping birds and insects, the man never stopped playing. Well, not until the message arrived. A bird came into view and perched itself on a branch overlooking the flute player and cooed. The man stopped what he was doing and looked up, the brilliant glowing and slightly translucent blue and white owl looked down at this man for a moment before bursting in a colorful display of lights and colors. The lute singer slowly stood, the vines and plants stayed with him growing into the dirt in his clothes. He looked at the dazzling display and smiled resting his arms on his sides he spoke aloud and with a happy tone.

  [color=39b54a]“Huzzah! The elders have summoned me, for I Toron the troll am a mighty warrior and-“[/color] getting cut off by some unseen force and unheard voice, [color=39b54a]“come on Steve you're stealing my thunder”[/color]

 A sad sigh followed by a frown appeared on the Toron’s face, [color=39b54a]“Fine, just get my steed… what do you mean it ran away? You were supposed to be watching it! I don’t care if your incorporeal you should still be able to coral my mighty steed.”[/color]

  [color=39b54a]“Oi! How dare you make fun of Dave, he was a fine example of a donkey. He listened to me most of the time”[/color] Toron looked around for a moment, the wolves have begun to stir and wander off back into the forest. One took the time to rub up against his leg before walking off into the brush, [color=39b54a]“I suppose we should get going then? I think it’s in this direction.”[/color] For a moment the man sighed before continuing onward towards the tower.

  It was true, that a couple of the elders at the Tower of Helia had been watching out and training him since his… incident. With him being homeless and rarely visiting cities or towns, they devised a way to send him messages. Not in words or sounds but colors, rainbow meant return when able, red meant return immediately, and green was just then checking up on him or telling him he received a gift or package.

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  The day it took him to hike back to the tower was rather uneventful for the young lad, honestly it would have taken a normal person a few more days to get through the forest. But the forest was his home, and he could move and navigate through the thick brush like it wasn’t even there. The closer he came towards the tower the more he could feel it, that magic. It was a pollutant just as some other things, marked, scared, warped, and mutated the surrounding area. Even if it was subtle, even if it was repaired, the observant could tell, could feel the change in the air and the earth. So much magic in one place for so long will have unintended consequences, however, these consequences varied from being harmful to helpful with most being neutral or inconvenient.

  He was glad no one messed with his pack or the rest of his things in the cave he stashes some of his stuff in. the cave itself would be hard to find on its own but Toron always covered the entrance in vines and covered his tracks whenever he was moving in or out. His bow was still in good condition, and he still didn’t need to grow any more arrows for it, his staff was also there, but he always had to keep an eye on it as it liked to grow and try to become the tree it came off of. Fueled by the magic that it draws from him it very well could grow back into a full adult tree in a couple weeks of uninterrupted growth.

  Still, he found this last part of the trip troubling, although normally having a good attitude about him, Toron normally didn’t like to be near other people. To him other people would be mean to him, call him troll or try to run him off, sure it hurt his feelings, but he understood it's simply because he was a bit more unhinged than the normal folk, even for a clairvoyant. Still, the tall man moved this way and that never sticking to a straight line or the confines of a path, moving with abnormal hand and arm jesters, and overall being a bit more animated than one would deem comfortable.

  The large doors of the tower gates gave way to the busy courtyards and grand halls of the tower, more people than normal hustled about with books and bags, some with jars others with seemingly normal everyday items. However, Toron was headed for a specific section of the tower, a small sort of room that was used to store whatever mail one would get if they worked at or for the tower and otherwise didn’t have a home. He always had a few odds and ends here and there, mostly jobs people needed but this time it was different this time he had a letter with the councils seal. How awfully strange, usually they would just talk to him, upon opening the letter and reading the contents the man smiled.

  “[color=39b54a]Well what do you know Steve, we got invited into another circle... yes I agree, I do hope these don’t die as quick as the others. That was heart breaking[/color]” He looked depressed for a moment before smiling again, [color=39b54a]“O well, come on Steve lets go see who’s up and around.”[/color] And so the strange man headed off towards the library.