[h3]Ruehar[/h3]

[@shagranoz]

[color=cyan]"Kind of magic?"[/color] It was a term that confused Ruehar, where she  was from all magic was regarded as magick and it wasn't segregated or differentiated. [color=cyan]"I like making potions and poisons, I like to learn as much as I can about magic and spells."[/color] She noted Rebecca's comment about Balian, [color=cyan]"That's my brother, I'm sorry about that, I have no idea..."[/color] She trailed off wondering about her brother's strange behavior herself. It was strange to Ruehar as well, something undead it seemed wrong, the work of necromancers and such was a dark art, punished harsher than the rest back home.

[color=cyan]"Maybe we can learn something from each other."[/color] Ruehar took another drink from her tankard finishing it in one and then relaxing back into the booth. The fatigue of the journey really catching up on her. [color=cyan]"So, what brought you here?"[/color] She asked, her curiosity peaked. 

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[@Whimsley]

[h3]Balian[/h3]

[color=green]"Fleshwalker."[/color] Balian repeated, scoffing at the terminology. [color=green]"Unnatural is right."[/color] He added out of earshot to Rebecca, while maybe not seeming it understood the man in the mask. His sister had  taught him a great deal about magick, even though he possessed no natural talent for it himself. A lot of what he knew just came from her ramblings in time spent around each other. The ranger gave the man a once over, he noted that he seemed to be pondering on something, lost in thought. He looked on as the man performed what appeared to be some sort of ritual before deciding to engage and break the silence, [color=green]"Balian."[/color] He introduced himself, hand outstretched.