Arivale stands on the edge of the porch with his hand getting only slightly wet from the water on the druids hand he notices the water not hitting his hand but simply regards it as happenstance. "I'm here simply for the curiosity I have. I heard rumors in other towns that something was up so here I am." He turns back to the priest and stares taking another sip of the drink in his hands. He offers his hand to the only woman in the crowd and says "What might bring such a beautiful lady to grace us with her presense?"
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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.