[center][h1]Alisdair[/h1][/center]

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	Alisdair smiled as the woman came rushing up, he was already winning this little game of his, little did she know that she was playing into it herself. She spoke with an accent that sounded old, and the word she used was unfamiliar, Teuanyolki, it wasn't a language he was familiar with and was glad as she expanded, but sadly she would be mistaken. She believes him to be of some kinship with her people, but the Scholars are decidedly not of her descendant path, no, but the odd similarity between them was still something he wished to explore, just as she apparently did as she, as his hand was pulled toward her and she studied the charms on his hand.

	"A charm for flight, crafted by a Scholar. I believe you have me mistaken, we are of no blood, I am one of the Scholars of the City, here to assist as needed." His coal black eyes seemingly fixed on the woman, yet his face stoic as stone, like many of the Scholars. Among the many charms he had a feather of gold and red, a lizard scale, and a strange fang. 

	Alisdair took back his hand and covered the charms, not to give her too much that she would lose interest too soon, he wanted to learn what she had to offer in terms of skills, but he wanted to make her tell him, not ask outright, they always tell more when they want to talk. "I am surprised to honestly be mistaken for anything but a Scholar, how refreshing, if you would like to a charm like these I can provide, though Scholars tend to be the only ones capable of utilizing them." he hoped that the veiled challenge would provoke the woman into either explaining herself and the assumed connection or cause a reaction to where she felt the need to display her own power.

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