The Lore of Adept Ramiz of the Wood

For many years Ramiz has wandered.

The depths of Dream Master Lake, the peaks of The Rookery, the inhospitable dunes of The Sand...

He wanders.

His simple garb belies his intricate powers, and all that cross him on the road are quick to realize there's magic behind those eyes.

Every few paces he stops and casts his eyes up at the sky... watching... waiting... wondering... "when will He return?"

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