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Lirael Featherwind
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Saelira Mossbloom, a quiet wood elf druid with leaf-green eyes and living vines woven through her dark hair, is here because the land around the mansion feels wrong. Twisted. Feverish. She speaks little, listens long, and carries the patience of more than a century. She will not rush, will not destroy living things without cause, and will quietly refuse any plan that makes the wound in the world deeper than it already is.