Placeholder: [comics Head Lopper style by Andrew MacLean] The short dwarf healer, known for his ancient wisdom and mystical abilities, sits cross-legged at the summit of the sacred hill. Before him, on a flat stone, he arranges his medicines: mosses, powders, and leaves gathered from the depths of the forest. These are not just remedies but conduits to the ancient secrets of his people, passed down through generations and held deep within his soul. With a reverence born of centuries-old tradition, the dwarf [comics Head Lopper style by Andrew MacLean] The short dwarf healer, known for his ancient wisdom and mystical abilities, sits cross-legged at the summit of the sacred hill. Before him, on a flat stone, he arranges his medicines: mosses, powders, and leaves gathered from the depths of the forest. These are not just remedies but conduits to the ancient secrets of his people, passed down through generations and held deep within his soul. With a reverence born of centuries-old tradition, the dwarf

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[comics Head Lopper style by Andrew MacLean] The short dwarf healer, known for his ancient wisdom and mystical abilities, sits cross-legged at the summit of the sacred hill. Before him, on a flat stone, he arranges his medicines: mosses, powders, and leaves gathered from the depths of the forest. These are not just remedies but conduits to the ancient secrets of his people, passed down through generations and held deep within his soul. With a reverence born of centuries-old tradition, the dwarf

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