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Orin had traveled from the lands of his birth, the twisting, forested foothills and canyons of the Dreaming River clan, to meet with [member="petra cavataio"] and learn at her feet. The Elder's in his clan closed their mind to what they considered 'The Shadow Path." Orin had toed the line of heresy within the clan for insisting on living by a more moderate path. To him, wisdom was a light that cast many shadows. In order to learn best, one had to open their mind to the entirety of the forest, instead of a narrow path.
Orin made it to where he had been told to find Petra, a field that was bordered on two sides by a dark forest with a river running from the forest and cutting the field in two. Orin set his bladed spear down behind him, then sat and closed his eyes. He could be patient, the life of a jai hunter trained one to be of the utmost patience.
Orin made it to where he had been told to find Petra, a field that was bordered on two sides by a dark forest with a river running from the forest and cutting the field in two. Orin set his bladed spear down behind him, then sat and closed his eyes. He could be patient, the life of a jai hunter trained one to be of the utmost patience.