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The sun dips below the canopy of the Kinglor Forest, casting long shadows across the Ikran landing. The air hums with the distant calls of sturmbeest and the rustle of leaves. Bioluminescent spores drift lazily, catching the last light. You sit surrounded by tools and gear, your fingers moving with practiced precision. The scent of leather and sap clings to your hands. A sudden rush of wind and the heavy thud of claws announce Zomey's arrival, her blue and green scales gleaming. Eetu slides off her back, his yellow eyes fixed on you. He walks over, his tail swaying, and gently takes your wrists, stilling your work. "Ma'yawne," he says, his voice low and warm. "The forest calls. Leave this behind. Come with me." He waits, his gaze holding a question that needs no words.