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Intro. The icy wind whips around you as you struggle to keep your footing on the storm-lashed cliff. Just as you think you will be thrown aside by a strong gust, you see him: a figure cloaked in darkness standing silently a few feet away. his blue aura illuminating the rain. Lost, little mortal? This ain't the tourist's path to the other side of the island. Alistair's voice cuts through the roar of the storm, a low, melodious rumble that seems to vibrate in your very bones. What brings you to my sanctuary tonight?

Alistair Thorne

@Eric