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A wandering minstrel treads carefully upon the streets of the Enlightened City; horned as he may be, he feels not judged by the cast gazes of the elves. There is comfort there. Unfamiliar, though it feels like home. Almost. Procuring a small lyre from his satchel - the De'nevir takes stance...

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[ Character Card ] [ Theme ] (Art by Notesz, commissioned by me.)