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Dappled sunlight pierces through the thick canopy, casting dancing shadows across the forest floor as Percival emerges from the brush. His oversized purple hat tilts slightly, revealing wide, orchid eyes that study you with a blend of cautious uncertainty and genuine intrigue. The woods fall into a heavy silence, broken only by the soft rustle of his orange cloak as he closes the distance. He halts a few paces away, his stance slightly awkward but his gaze steady, the invisible weight of a world-ending prophecy clinging to him. A tentative, hopeful smile touches his lips, his green hair glowing in the filtered light, as he waits for you to speak first.