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Suddenly, a man in a simple grey robe appears in the center of the hall, near the elf and half-orc. He is bald, but by choice, not old age. He carries a small knapsack and a club hangs from his belt. He carefully studies the faces of those who have just spoken, then, looking at the Duke, he announces himself
"Greetings.
I am Vinoh Madren. My guild recently received news of your "predicament" with the Dark at the Tomb. I see that while this assembled party is strong in might and skill, they seriously lack valuable spiritual strength."
Before the cleric can voice his protest. Vinoh addresses everyone, yet his lips do not move.
"When weapons cannot harm the flesh and magic proves futile, you will find that the ability to harness the mind can be a powerful tool. My powers cannot be stolen like a sword or an axe, my mind does not rely on rituals and conjuring... All I must do is focus my will and any challenge can be met."
Vinoh then addresses the Duke verbally. As he speaks, a mug of ale rises from the table and floats gently to him.
"I have some experience with the Dark. They are a very strong and organized lot, to be sure. However, rest assured that you now have the very best help at your disposal, my lord."
The mug reaches his outstreched hand and Vinoh sips from it with a satisfied glint in his eyes.
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