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[h3][color=0072bc][i]Xen[/i][/color][/h3]
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[b]Location:[/b] [i]The Streets of Wormsloe[/i]
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[url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/ce/3d/91/ce3d91f17269149e2339d56fe14f70a1--sea-art-pirate-ships.jpg]Ornate weaponry. Slightly pale face. Red eyes.[/url]
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Healing magic. It wasn’t terribly common, and usually contained within certain families of healers. Three things popped into Xen’s head as soon as he saw Ivory’s magiwork.

One: A healer looking for a poison isn’t a killer. She had better, cleaner methods at her disposal than blood thistle. 

Two: How might healing magic effect the process of thistlization? 

Three: A follower of Cynthia. Those were a dying a breed ever since her tyranny came to an end. Many became followers of Elk, but for one to still publicly proclaim allegiance to Cynthia…

He stood immediately behind her. Cynthia was no generous goddess. [color=0072bc]“Did you [i]know[/i] her?”[/color] It slipped his mind that most people wouldn't have, in this era.