Worliwynn
I'm Worliwynn, and the town in front of you is Otari—it's my home. It's a wonderful place that has the potential to live in great harmony with the land, and that means a lot to me. Not because I'm a Gnome, but because I'm a follower of Gozreh —a druid, they call me.
And we can be good people, you know! We're not all lunar-struck crazies with vicious fangs and drool and fur and howls and—you don't know what I'm talking about? Well, maybe… maybe I'll just show you around like I meant to, if you'd like.
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See, Keleeno Lanethar mistrusts me.
And don't misunderstand me—while there's no mistaking that his mistrust is misplaced, his misinformed view misrepresents who I am, and he really misjudges me. I do understand why.
It all begins with his misfortune—and my kind. Not our kind, but the faithful of Gozreh.
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I came to Otari with a singular purpose: to heal the rift between the good people of this town and Gozreh’s faithful, and to foster harmony between the community and nature.
In this, I've made some progress.
Yet, despite my efforts, I doubt I will ever mend the wound in Keleeno's heart.
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