The young human scholar smiled at all the attention, feeling happy to be "popular" for even a moment. Then Gil gets a creeping sensation of dread, Ohmy, you're that Martelai? the color drains from the young wizards face and he stutters before taking a long drink off his dry stout. Gil's demeanor becomes formal and scholarly, Sir I'm a recent initiate and have already undertaken a ritual to free another of our members from an infernal pact. I've been sent from the Wizards Academy Imperia to establish a sister school with the IAC. Veruzak has been all but impossible to reach, is there any way you could help me?
The nervous scholar took a deep breath waiting for rejection...
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The bartender looks up as he continues drying another glass from the endless collection, Give us a name, and your first drinks on the house. he sets the recently cleaned glass below the keg, waiting to pour.