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The two o'clock train grinds to a halt at the Southern Point station, bellowing its hot fog through the humid afternoon air. Amongst the throng stepping into the city, a weary looking man steps through, his face contorted with fatigue and strain. He appears to stare off to the farthest point, as if to read an unseen star. A scribe, healer, and source of spiritual council, Alek is a hearthen spirit for troubled souls. Still new-footed to the whims of Guilderim, he is also a suitable subject for immeasurable change. |
Yes, Please | Sometimes | Maybe | No |
Yes, Please
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Sometimes
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Maybe
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No
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