As usual, you wear a blue-gray cloak with an elaborate labyrinth design whenever you are outdoors. Though it provides little protection from the early spring cold, his mother says the braids that keep him closed came from Col himself - the satyr who ended the War of the Sun and Moon and then faced Acamon, the god of destruction.

"Beware of trolls, my son!" Stops flame when you open the wooden door of your house. "Today they come to trade, but yesterday they came to kill, captivated by Raun's dark axe. Who can say what tomorrow may bring? They are not like people. Their souls are weak. They crave servitude, so we call them - "

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The servant runs, yes, yes. But the dark ax is gone, the trolls are free and your friend Gronput is waiting for you. You run through Hetch, the village of the Pine tribe - or rather the city, as it has tripled in size since your mother became chief and lured hunters and hunters from the Thorn tribe to this small artisan community nestled deep in the forest. You cross the new bridge, which is high enough that small boats can navigate under it, and head towards the forest, Gronput, and the ruins of the Impossible Empire.

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