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An unnamed child was born to Damaran refugees fleeing the fall of Bloodstone City at the hands of the Warlock Knights of Vaasa, and orphaned when their parents succumbed to a lingering curse. Taken in by wandering elven monks of Sune, the child grew up in the Waterdhavian Monastery of the Sun, surrounded by compassion, discipline, and the pure light of unconditional love...
"This copper, draconic gentleman claims to know more than one hundred different dragons. Chromatic, metallic -- just tons and tons of dragons -- I'm hoping we can leverage some of these connections in our dealings. None of the dragons I've contacted have gotten back to me, but they're probably just very busy right now. This is one of the busiest times for dragons... or so I've been told by my new best friend, Donaar Blit'zen."
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