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Felix could definitely sense the tension and unease in this man's mana wave signature. But it didn't take a master of manalysis to discern the shiftiness of the man's discomfort. Even though Deston had been no doubt roughing it at the homeless shelter for weeks, Felix could tell he still took care of himself. His red hair was not matted or greasy like the other homeless that were slowly making their way into the entrance of two-story the brick building. His clothes seemed to be orderly as well. But was his appearance his true self? Reading Deston's mana-wave signature he noticed his aura to be a light smokey grey almost white color. This could mean many things, but one of the meanings is an adept at illusory magic. Even for a manalysis user, looking through illusions of a person you have never met is near impossible. The mana-waves undergo a shift when an illusion has been cast on the self. An illusion projected from one's self can be discerned to be an illusion simply because of the chain of mana waves linked from the illusion and the user of the illusion. But an illusion used on the self is only distinguishable if you have a good grip on the mana signature of the person who is using the illusion. Since Felix had never met Deston, he couldn't tell for sure one way or the other. But he was leaning towards the illusion explanation. Though there was no way to physically tell, and Felix had no evidence beyond the aura color which could mean a myriad of things.

"This is going to sound a bit... unorthodox. No pun intended." Felix cleared his throat, " around a few months back, during a council summit, an arch-magi by the name of Thadeus suggested efforts be focused on an endeavor. This endeavor involved making sure the Arcanocracy obtain nine artifacts of devastating power named the Paragons. Thadeus had said it to be solely for the purpose of assuring the position and the safety of the Arcanocracy as a world power. Many were opposed to this motion including me, and most namely the papal-magi. After the motion was rejected... I had thought that would have been the end of the discussion. I knew better than most people that this pandora's box known as the Paragons should not be opened. So I breathed a sigh of relief when the papal-magi rejected the motion. Unfortunately three weeks ago, the papal-magi died, and a new papal-magi was voted in. The unfortunate part sadly was not only the previous papal-magi perishing, but that Thadeus's brother Cornelius was voted in as the new papal-magi. I have no way to prove this, but rumor has it they are both of the Church of the First Company... Jesuits. Needless to say a few weeks later at the next summit, the motion to search for the paragons was brought up once more, only this time the motion was not only accepted, but made top priority. That night I had a fever dream that could only be explained as a vision. In this dream I was shown the many possible endings of this world should anyone get their hands on the paragons besides a group formed by me. I awoke to find me sitting at my writing desk pen in hand, and parchment in front of me. Upon the parchment was a series of names and locations written in my handwriting." Felix paused and reached in his illusory green wool coat pocket and produced the parchment, handing it to Deston. "As you can see, your name is written on the third line, with the address and name of the location you would be at written right next to it." Felix sighed.

"Now I can't force you to do anything. In fact, I have already been completely rejected by one of those names on there. But I have to try. I truly believe the future of our world is at stake if we do not assemble and stop the different forces attempting to gather the Paragons. So, will you come with me and help me save the world?" Felix finished and waited for a response.