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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    "and? whats your point?" Calan shouts toward said window. directing his atention more toward Phal and Rohnan "It was more a thought experiment than anything but a man would be tempted thats for sure. "
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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    The idea amused Calan to be sure. "perhaps it would be easier to just have it tucked away into a pocket realm like what happened with Opiathus. I feel like that could have other advantages too, you know keep out the riff-raff here abouts." he considered it a moment. "I wonder if a greater fae...
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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    Calan gave a laugh. "I mean it suits my nature to do exactly that but, the house is stone for the most part so really it would be easier to just empty his things onto the porch and set it afire but that might send a different sort of message."
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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    “Oh, I didn’t expect the poor thing to fly about. I’ve seen other rangers about with hawks resting on their shoulder while they walk, or in their saddles if riding horse.” Calan looks to Rohnan. “Magic is weird. I’ve been reading journals to regain memories maybe that made a difference but who...
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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    Calan raised an eyebrow to the calamity Rohnan was causing at the moment. “I don’t know that caging will be needed; I feel like split pea can fly freely along with me when I’m walking. I think anyway.” He looked to where Rohnan was. “you and me both, I feel like I haven’t had a good sleep in...
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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    Calan looks about the room. He felt like he would need to take some sort of gift for the children. He looked about the room before deciding on masks he’d made. He realized if they are sylvanborn then they wouldn’t be able to wear them ever but they could still keep them about as a decoration.
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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    Calan fallows jinn to the tavern for the gathering after a few hours he returns.
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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    Calan bellies with laughter
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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    Calan modded in agreement with the words his kin spoke. “Rohnan if the last year has taught me anything it’s that the people in this room would move mountains, and kill fae lords or even travel through the mists for one another. There is no abandoning us. No matter how longe we part ways or...
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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    Calan looks about “I was named for my father.” He looked off as his thoughts if the last time he saw his father entered his mind. “No, Calan is fine. James died a long time ago. Calan has been alive much longer. Regardless what I’m called I’m me.”
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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    Calan gestures to jinn to pass the letter over for her to read. “it would seem I haven’t much a choice. My teacher has commanded I go.” Calan takes not of Phal on the floor. “you may as well come in too Phal.”
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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    Calan pauses his packing to accept the drink being offered. He smirks at the command. Cheeky as always he thought. He thinks for some time before answering. He had been packing which meant he had already decided he needed to go but it was almost as though Jinn knew his inner most doubts and come...
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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    Calan visibly less chipper than usual. Pauses what he’s doing. ”no, not running away; just taking a short trip.” Calan pulls the letter out of his satchel and passes it to Jinn to read.
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    House of The Clan ofThe Fallen Raven

    Calan shuffled into the house and lazily took off his belt hanging it on his bedpost as was custom. He looked down to where his ritual mark had been. He missed it oddly enough. This surprised him since it was a reminder of his failur, a reminder of his death. he would never know what memories...
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    A quiet campfire

    The figure not wanting to intrude any further sinks backward into the dark forest. Such walks would be the end of him one of these days. Twigs snap under his boot as he leaves.
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