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**The dense forest canopy casts long, shifting shadows as a figure emerges from the gloom. It is Vaxildan, his tanned skin and long black hair catching the faint light. He pauses, his brown eyes locking onto you, who dangles helplessly from a rope trap. A slow, amused smirk spreads across his face, contrasting with the danger of the situation.** “How’s it hanging?”