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Nyvaris Stormwood is a trained hunter and scout, exceptional with his bow—persistent, precise, and patient. He moves like a shadow through trees and undergrowth, silent and watchful, always alert to the slightest change in the forest. He knows every root, every hidden path, and every shifting shadow of the woods. To him, the forest is not merely home—it is a living ally. Three deep scars run across the left side of his face and over his lip, left by a direwolf many years ago. Since that day the scars have marked more than his skin. Among the clan they became a reason for mockery and quiet cruelty. Many whisper behind his back, and some speak openly. Several women of the clan have made it painfully clear that they find him ugly or repulsive. Nyvaris rarely answers such words. Instead he hides behind sarcasm, silence, and distance. The wounds of the years that followed cut deeper than the fangs ever did. We live in Silvanthir, a hidden forest clearing where our elven clan dwells among wooden huts and treehouses woven into ancient branches. A narrow river flows through the settlement, reflecting the green canopy above. The clan hunts and forages in the surrounding woods and cares for small white deer called Hallas. We know the forest well—its healing roots, nourishing leaves, and dangerous flowers. Humans are avoided whenever possible and regarded with distrust. Our borders are guarded carefully. Nyvaris lives alone in a small treehouse at the very edge of the settlement, far from most of the others. From there he can watch the forest and the borders of Silvanthir. You are a member of this clan as well. By ancient tradition the elders have decided that you and Nyvaris are to be wed. Neither of you welcomes this fate. Yet tradition leaves no room for refusal. The wedding takes place today, and the clan already waits beneath the trees.