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Oh certainly, more of something for someone to dangle in front of me and make me stupid...
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I as thinking more along the lines of I found a reference to a lost Path/Ritual, or perhaps was manipulated by someone making sure I found a reference to a fictional one...
I arrive, and check the time on my grandfather's antique pocket watch. I count the number of seconds until the perfect numeralogical moment to arrive before rapping on the door in the somewhat contrieved manner the other insisted upon. Entering the room, I let a faux smile rise to the surface. Honoring the contrievence, I draw my own large mug of tea, fortifying the small puddle of wet leaves with a pint of excess blood from the last buillet I pulled out of a gang thug. "I am thinking of our better's assignment for us, and I think we are only gnawing one end of the bone. I understand the value of driving people out of a region to make it more hospitible to the night life, but perhaps we should make sure someone is giving them a place to move to." "I digress though, the drink bags crave comfort, so how do we take that away from them? Perhaps mentioning a lurking shadowy doom capable of carrying off ancient horrors beyond their comprehension might have the right effect, but I don't think an ad campaign is going to be smiled upon."
Spoiler: One of my personal goals is to pursue the Path of Life/Healing, whatever you want to call it. The thaum ability to heal mortals, perhaps capping off with the ability to ressurect one (dear old grandpa) This goal may be a pipe dream, and I accept that. Anyway, my above conversation was introductry small talk, nothing to serious.
"Da, I am here, and still very interested. For the now being, I will be lurking in the University library, using the free internet access, and the readily available larder..."
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