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During his patrol of the woods outside Wynsiph, Shylock happened to hear some pitiful groaning coming from behind a large, weather-beaten tree. He had heard rumors that there had been bandits roaming around lately, and concern mounted in his chest. Was this an injured traveller?

Behind the tree was, in fact, not an injured traveler. Instead, it was a wyngling with familiar eyes laying amongst the remnants of their shell. The baby was shivering and wheezing, dark circles already formed under unfocused eyes. The color of those eyes were Chloe's, but the shape was his.

That night after helping Chloe with her fire...

This had to be his child.

Shylock shook the ice that had settled in his stomach aside and carefully lifted the limp child by the scruff. His or not, the child needed someone to treat it. Carefully, quickly, he started off towards the safest place he could think of at the moment.
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Shylock has acquired one (1) son

JES
+Hair Tuft

MAX WYNS

Description
During his patrol of the woods outside Wynsiph, Shylock happened to hear some pitiful groaning coming from behind a large, weather-beaten tree. He had heard rumors that there had been bandits roaming around lately, and concern mounted in his chest. Was this an injured traveller?

Behind the tree was, in fact, not an injured traveler. Instead, it was a wyngling with familiar eyes laying amongst the remnants of their shell. The baby was shivering and wheezing, dark circles already formed under unfocused eyes. The color of those eyes were Chloe's, but the shape was his.

That night after helping Chloe with her fire...

This had to be his child.

Shylock shook the ice that had settled in his stomach aside and carefully lifted the limp child by the scruff. His or not, the child needed someone to treat it. Carefully, quickly, he started off towards the safest place he could think of at the moment.
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Shylock has acquired one (1) son

JES
+Hair Tuft

MAX WYNS