In a seldom trodden corner of The Fey lies a grove of ensorcelled apple trees, tended by a silent man in an ashen mask. He glides among the orchard rows night and day, giving careful attention to each bud and flower, calling upon the rune of air to keep the leaves dancing on a gentle breath of air.

Dark things live among The Fey, but this man was initiated into the mysteries of something darker, and the apple grove is left unmolested, save for the occasional adventurer that gets much too far off his path. Those that have wandered their way into this realm are met by a quiet man and his crimson snake, and offered an apple, bursting with fragrant, floral juice sweeter than honey. Injuries heal, weariness evaporates, and spirits are lightened. This man and his snake lead the lost travelers from the grove and into the forest proper. After a few paces into total darkness, wanderers find themselves alone at the forest's edge. None who have returned to The Fey to find him have succeeded.

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