Aemrandir stood on a branch, one of many forming the shadowy canopy that blotted out the sky, the thick, gnarled beam of wood not relenting to his weight in the slightest. He was a few metres above the ground, high enough to examine his surroundings and to avoid the reach of the night-time predators that prowled throughout the undergrowth. But his gaze was not searching around himself, nor was he worried of the dark, twisted creatures patrolling their gloomy territories. At least not for himself.
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