[color=ec008c]“Those who flaunt in shadows within cavernous steeples would do well to remember the dawn’s virgin stare.”[/color] Her scepter of insight began to glow with a brilliant exodus of radiance, hoping to illuminate the dual lanes, apparently less traveled, before the wielder of [i]Hela[/i]. [color=ec008c]“The path to verity seems to have many branches. Do these routes hold a dark toll, Valmjr?”[/color] The cleric sensed the dismay splintered by the query. She offered another inquisitive suggestion. [color=ec008c]“These trails breathe broad and heavy air. Must we each suffer a tomb on the road to the next life?” [/color]

Wick’s ambitious aim opposed not the monarchy of the hero of Ysgard in this lair, but she was wary of the potential impious war that the wardens of light may have to attempt again in vain. She knew the reckless abandon of entering headlong mandated a choice, delving deeper into hideous ruin and vanquished combustion. Her grimace, betwixt of obdurate pride and steadfast patience, tormented the baleful eyes of the gnome.

Hoisting a piece of string and the ashen staff, murmurs whispered an unspoken conjuration. The reborn sage shared one of her sling’s bullets, seemingly cupped by a shapeless anthropomorphic force. Soon, the familiar snowy eagle materialized upon an imaginary shoulder as more luminosity spilled into their vicinity. The smirk flattened and steered away from Birbin, tracing her pupils from his pointy hat, onto her amorphous creation.

[color=ec008c]“Let keen eyes and unseen hands carve the way ahead.” [/color]	 

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Wick will cast [i]Unseen Servant[/i] and summon her [i]Familiar[/i] to posture upon its right shoulder. She will send this invisible courier, carrying a bullet that bears [i]Light[/i], to the left path. Wick will close her eyes and utilize the eagle's eyes to glean the dangers ahead, readying to poof the eagle out of existence ([i]Find Familiar[/i] feature), if ambushed.

[color=ec008c]Initiative - 10.[/color]

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