Nabid casually extends a hand, admiring the view but showing no sign that any of this is strange.
Rathine draws the blade across your hand, drawing blood, before pressing it to the rune she had 'drawn' upon the bear's head. You feel a strange pulling sensation from your hand, extending towards the bear, and feel a strange pushing feeling meet it. The bear twitches, but does not rise.
"She'll need a while to adapt to the magic. Give it a few days, and she'll be as good as new. In the meantime, back to work~", she snaps her fingers as she strides back toward the throne, and you feel that oh-so-familiar head spinning feeling.
When you finally regain your senses, you are back in the Citadel Proper's hub room.
Take the deal,
"You've yourself a deal."
name:Atyr Tynge
Race: Elf : +1 to Dodge, Persuasion, and Ranged Attack, -2 to Block and Intimidation
Inventory: Leather Armor (+1 armor), Dagger: Always does double damage from stealth , short bow: +1 Attack to non-armoured foes, +1 Dodge, tree-speaker's head, tree speaker's robes, Arya'kor vanl esh book (Tree speaker Methods)
Perks: magicaly inclines(can lean spells), +2 max hp,
Spells: Nature's Grace (Rank 1). Pick a target, roll a D5. Heal target for that amount
Bio: A middle aged elf of thin proportions with dark hair and hazel eyes. He lived the life of a hunter respectfull of the forest like a propper tree humper. Died from getting kiled for hunting on land he wasn't supposed to be in
Gold 110
Emasil takes the book, and leaves a bag of gold in its place.
"Pleasure doing business," he remarks, as he flips through the pages of this new acquisition.