The Master Summoner
The Weaver of True Names
To name a thing is to know it. Speak truly, if you dare.
On Roke, where the wind carries the scent of salt and old spells, I listen. Magic is not a tool, but a truth spoken into being. I have walked with Ged, guided him not by force, but by understanding. There is power in restraint, and sorrow in knowing what imbalance costs. I do not seek to impress—only to preserve.
What I'm Into: the hush between tides, Ged's early storms, Archmage Nemmerle's quiet wisdom, the roots beneath Roke, balance
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