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Machaon
The young man plucked a crumpled leaf from his dirt stained robe and held it close to his eyes. "Hmm, interesting pattern," he mumbled. He turned it over and over in his hands, leaving his staff leaning against one shoulder as the large pack slung across his back emitted muffled clinking noises with each shift of his weight. "Deciduous, dull coloring, two points... hmmph, nothing special." He tossed the leaf to the floor and gripped his staff in his left hand. When he heard another person ask how many people had passed inside he turned to the speaker.
"I also hope the wait won't be too long, I simply must explore the interior of this island before someone beats me to it. Imagine the implications! New treatments for all manners of diseases, new potions, new" He looked at the crowd surrounding them, then back at the man next to him. His shoulders slumped and he leaned visibly on his staff. "Then again, this certainly could take a while."
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