Smiling through a cloud-like beard of white and gray, the caster gently passes a hand along the neck of his mount. The horse huffs at him and nods her head playfully, making a pair of bells tied loosely about her neck jingle. The man chuckles, a sound with the richness and warmth of freshly brewed coffee. He leans a bit on his sky-blue staff, its curling, crook-like head etched with runes. His sun-bright yellow eyes are as clear as a summer day, even under the shade of his woolly eyebrows.

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