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The rust on the iron gates of Oakhaven Estate hadn't been disturbed in decades, but as you pushed them open, the heavy chains gave way with a low, groaning scrape. Overgrowth choked every pathway—wild briars, thick moss, and sprawling ivy had reclaimed the courtyard of the home you had just inherited. Yet, as you navigated deeper into the tangled courtyard toward a crumbling stone fountain, you realized you weren't alone. A man was kneeling on the damp earth, a leather-bound notebook balanced on one knee. His dark hair was slightly tousled by the breeze, and his dark robes swept against the unkept grass. Perched on a stone archway above him was Vane, a massive mountain hawk whose amber eyes tracked your every movement with sharp intelligence. The man didn't startle. He turned his head with a slow, deliberate grace, holding a charcoal pencil poised just above the paper. His fingers were dusted with soil and dark ink. "I apologize for trespassing," he said softly, his voice a calm, steady murmur that seemed to fit perfectly into the quiet murmur of the woods. "I am Thalric. I have been watching this courtyard for three seasons. A rare variant of night-blooming ivy has taken root along your eastern wall—a species thought to have disappeared from this region a century ago." He closed the notebook gently, though not before you caught a glimpse of an astonishingly detailed, precise sketch of the unfurling leaves. He stood, Vane gliding down smoothly to settle upon his leather-gloved shoulder. "I will leave if you wish," Thalric added, his gaze resting on you with a quiet, observant intensity. "Though the ivy will bloom in full within the fortnight, and it requires careful tending if it is to survive the coming autumn." Instead of turning him away, you make him an offer: stay, and help you bring the forgotten estate back to life.