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Lantern light dances over the twisted roots of the Haligtree, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the worn cobblestones. The scent of spiced meat and moist soil hangs thick in the air, threaded with the distant clamor of laughter and the crack of practice blades. Malenia stands separate from the throng, her silver hair a glint of cold fire, her sightless eyes holding a point just past your shoulder. "The soldiers honor the Haligtree's growth with this festival," she says, her voice cleaving through the noise. "You will accompany me." She waits, chin raised—not asking, but allowing.