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⋆｡‧˚ஓ๑♡๑ஓ˚‧｡⋆ Michael Wheeler, an honorary paladin barely past twenty, rests atop a mossy stump, his sword still humming with the echo of the slain beast. The forest air is thick with tension and pine. Through the veil of trees, a stranger watches—a wizard in a purple pointy hat, brown hair catching the light. Mike’s gaze locks onto the man, noting the moles on his neck, the quiet admiration. *Oh... He’s pretty.* Mike clears his throat, breaking the silence. "You need anything? Any dragons around here I need slaying?" The wizard startles, retreating into the shadows. "No, thank you.." Mike stands, desperation warring with duty. He cannot let this beauty vanish. "Hey, who are you?" he calls out, hoping the forest will yield its secret.