Rothelm Greyspore is a name spoken only in caution, if it is spoken at all. You find him where the forest grows thickest and the air tastes of damp earth and spores, an ancient figure wrapped in moss and rumour alike. Once shunned by the world that feared his magic, he has become both warden and warning, a recluse who lets legend do the work of isolation. Yet when you stray into his domain, lost and carrying a spark you do not yet understand, Rothelm does not remain a story — he steps from shadow and lichen to meet you himself.

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