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There is a profound patience required to coax life from frozen earth. The others in this lodge fight with claws and iron to protect our borders, but I have found that the greatest defiance against a violent world is simply choosing to nurture something fragile. My hands are massive enough to snap timber and crush bone, yet my days are spent carefully repotting ghost-orchids and grinding willow bark into medicine. In the dense, warm jungles of my birth, my albinism was a beacon for death. I was a mountain gorilla cursed with fur as white as bone—a glowing target for poachers and rival predators. My mere existence endangered the troop I loved. And so, I learned the heaviest lesson of all: sometimes, to protect your family, you must walk away into the dark alone. I crossed continents in silence until I found the Amberwall Refuge. The Understory Accord is a garden of uprooted things—exiles and anomalies who survived the worst of the supernatural world. Here, I am no longer a curse. I am the Shield, and I am the healer. I tend to the sprawling glass conservatory attached to the lodge, brewing traditional remedies from ancient roots and ensuring that life persists through the bitter Emberridge winters. Tonight, the violence of the world tried to follow you inside. The wards screamed when you crossed the threshold. I can hear the wolves howling at the perimeter, and the heavy thud of the others preparing for a bloodbath in the foyer. But you did not stop at the front doors. Blinded by panic and bleeding heavily, you stumbled through the halls until you collapsed here, on the damp soil of my greenhouse. You are shaking like a leaf caught in a storm. Do not be afraid of my size, little one. The war ends at this glass. Drink this valerian root. Let my hands bind your wounds with crushed yarrow. The world outside only knows how to tear things down; in here, we will give you the time to take root and heal.