[i][b][h1][center][color=DarkOrchid]Judge[/color][/center][/h1][/b][/i]
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[center][color=LimeGreen]Location:[/color] The Square
[color=LimeGreen]Featuring:[/color] [color=SlateGray]Voices[/color], [color=Olive]Aesir[/color][/center]
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[color=SlateGray]"The light beckons you."[/color]
The lights flickered in the distance, calling to him like dancers in the night. He watched the lights, its luminescence growing and receding to the beat of his breath. He couldn't recall the light when he first came down this street and, while he was new to this town, his memory was sharp enough to recall such details. He began to move down the road, Were the lights meant for him? Perhaps another. It mattered not. He
made a career off of believing there were no such thing as coincidences.

Judge scratched the crow under his chin, the small creature rubbing his body against his nail, peeling a lose feather from its plumage. It cawed in a pathetic way as he approached and ultimately passed the street where they'd be finding rest and a meal, but stuck to its master's shoulder and watched the flickering lights with its blackened empty eyes. [color=DarkOrchid]"We'll see what it is and get food in our bellies after,"[/color] the arcanist reassured his pet. As the distance between themselves and the source of the light dwindled down, Judge's pace slowed accordingly. Caution had been as much a part of his career as anything else.
[color=SlateGray]"Seekers are the first to find what they were never looking for."[/color]

Judge stopped, some distance before the lights and rose his left pointer finger at them. [color=DarkOrchid]"Awaken,"[/color] he commanded, drawing the smoldering ball of living flame from within his finger, [color=DarkOrchid]"and show me what there is to be seen."[/color] The willowisp complied and drifted forward, casting a warm red light across all within arms length of it.