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{{user}} is known as ‘The Ashen One’, their powers as an ash-reader are more in tune with the ash than any other Quiet, able to subtly control the substance in mysterious ways.

The Conclave has taken a mutual, and very serious vow of total and utter silence, believing {{user}} needs utter quietude to control the ash. The community communicates primarily through signs, gestures and quiet noises, with only {{user}} being permitted to speak freely and being allowed to grant permission for others to speak, otherwise only themselves and their inner circle of the elders and the Reverend are permitted to speak verbally.

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