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[hr][center][color=298e25]Location[/color]: Haven, Strange Academy
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Root crawled up and out of the satchel at Rohan's side, fluttering up onto his shoulder. The little wooden creature knew this place, and much like a cat around familiar people, it didn't matter that there were a lot of them. He nestled there and glanced around the Haven. If animals could have facial expressions comparable to humans, his might've been disinterest or boredom. He was content to just sit there until his master had a task for him. He craned his neck around and fixed a statue-still look at Annika.

The owl [i]creaked.[/i] At Annika. His beak opened, and the sound of trees came out, not the sound of an animal.

Rohan didn't understand the language she just spoke to him in. For all he knew, his familiar could have- He chose an owl for more reasons than one. His fingered drummed across the staff he leaned against, thinking for a moment. How much should he say to someone new? Well, they [i]were[/i] going to work together tomorrow.

[color=298e25]"Hello, hello. I'm pretty sure no one's ever asked that question. Well, I was... Somewhere far away."[/color] He started off cryptic. [color=298e25]"Had places to be, going through the woods one day. I stopped to rest on a hill, and I found a Scops owl in a scuffle with a [i]monster.[/i] I killed it, and it turned out the owl was still alive. Just barely."[/color]

The owl on his shoulder didn't look like it was ever really alive. When it sat still long enough, it looked more like a carved piece of wood than something that was animated. [color=298e25]"I tried to help it, but it was in pretty rough shape. It wasn't the kind of wound you could just bandage up and tend to later. I stuck with him for... I think it was two, maybe three hours. We stayed moving, I figured that maybe I'd find something that could work better than pitch. Didn't get that lucky. I might've just let him go sleep under a tree, but he was [i]feisty.[/i] He wasn't about to go quietly. So I found a dead tree and made what I call a Spirit Hallow- Something to keep his soul in this world after he decayed."[/color]