Arivale was wandering the streets of Tradestop utterly wide awake and yet feeling half asleep...Regardless that he had come to this town under the pretense of strange magical occurences... and strange and magical things were right up his alley.... He sat down at the nearest tavern and ordered an ale hoping to hear some about any goings on magical or not.
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I am the Master of the Lost Art of the Assassin.
I am the Wielder of the Mind Source.
I am the Hope of the Darkening World.
I am Toren Utgard.