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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Verbatim" data-source="post: 1514751" data-attributes="member: 15549">*Watching as the stranger's staff takes on an oily sheen, Jabin hoped it would distract him, but as Jabin's world rapidly disappeared in a blinding vortex of colors, one last thought escaped.*Damn...*Sensation slowly returned to Jabin, although his vision was blocked at first by explosions of color which seemed to dim with each passing second until he was able to once more focus in on Sarwen's features. While she apologized for the public embarrassment, Jabin could not help but feel wounded that he was introduced, only to be made a fool of immediately thereafter.*"No apologies necessary Madam Sarwen, especially not too me."*Accepting her hand, Jabin pushed himself off the ground as fast as he could, not wishing the others to compare him to the tipped over turtle he felt like.**Dusting himself off slightly, Jabin tried to ignore the patches of sand that were slowly turning into mud due to the prolonged contact with his skin. Standing as straight as he could, Jabin spoke for the first time to the others around him.*"My name is Jabin, and as Mistress Sarwen said, my studies have focused primarily in the realm of divination, and while to many it may seem a calling for those whose travelling days are behind them, I see it as a chance to learn and unlock the secrets of the present while I still have the strength to act for myself."</blockquote>