Sauntering over toward the little book 7-Rabbit seems to be reading from, Veruzak peers over it. Unable to read the book for the Magari writing, he shrugs, produces from the long ashen robes he wears a spellbook. Flipping it open, the Eladrin feels the pulse as his arcane tattoo's begin to pick up the faint glow of ritual work. EM A REEB! Com Pren Hen Shun
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I think I see the problem you're having, begins Veruzak in Magari, see here, You're casting as if, The Eladrin reads the words from 7-Rabbits book, As if death is already a major constellation? This would work in my homeland... Laying the spell book flat on the bar, comparing the two side by side, Hmm... Anyway, you'll have to change the characters to match the lands you're in. It gets more complicated if you switch planes. The shadows lean in and begin peering over Veruzak's shoulder. This language feels odd in my mouth, it is, thick. I see how you have come to your accent Matlal.
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Montroya, Apoli's servant, the Shadows over the tall wizard begin shifting along his colorless robe. My people don't mind Apoli, his light separates darkness from shadow. Such as that mead will separate you from you money! Ha HA HA The shadows run behind Veruzak and huddle away from the bright light of Apoli.