Aliandra “So, what do you think?” Ali asked. She floated along beside Math the sewer tunnel pointing out her new Poison Cloud traps and expining – probably in far more detail than he cared to hear – how her new runic magic worked.

  “It’s a great idea, Ali,” he said, rubbing his thoughtfully. “You need something that isn’t poison to deal with the undead, though.”

  “Yup,” she agreed. As if on cue, her chime sounded yet again.

  Your minions have defeated Warrior – Zombie – level 3.

  Ali ighe message. They had been ing incessantly since she had poputed the Forest Cavern with minions, made her river chokepoint, and trapped the passage down past the caves on the way to the ruins. Nobody had told her how noisy being a dungeon would be. Her mana drew the monsters in, and her minions and traps took care of them… stantly. At least she was making incredible progress toward the undead kill quest. W. Good, but w all the same.

  “You’ve been busy. How many minions do you have anyway?”

  “A little over three hundred,” Ali answered. “About half of them are the swarm oozes in the ke, though – they’re very cheap.” It was a rather impressive total, and she was certain Lyeneru wouldn’t be quite so critical if she saw it now. However, nothing in her dungeon could give someone like her a challenge.

  “Wow, that many?”

  “Yup. It costs almost six thousand mana to keep them all.” She might have gone a little overboard, but then there was that assassin she had killed only because she had the minions around to see him. “What about you? How is the Blight up going?”

  “I have most of the main farms cleared, and they’re starting to grow food again,” he answered. But theopped suddenly and sniffed. “Ali! Undead! I smell Blight!”

  “What? Here?” she yelped, but he was already transf into his Bear Form and rushing down the damp tunnel. Instead, she anded her Kobold escort, “Be on yuard!”

  The soft chirps of hunting Kobolds apahe chilling sounds of unseen daggers being drawn from leather sheaths.

  Did one of the zombies get into the sewer? Popping out a barrier for prote, she zipped down the passage, chasing after Mato. Swinging around a er, they found themselves at a dead-end. A few sunbeams snuck down through the iron grate at the top of the brick shaft, illuminating an enormous trash pile collected by her Kobolds the night before. Scrabbling fitfully through the pile was a gaunt figure fnked by two very obviously dead – and very obviously moving – skeletons.

  Warrior – Skeleton – level 1 x2.Mage – Human – level 3 (Death).

  An overp odor of rot and decay poured dowunnel like a palpable maion of the Blight. Wisps of sickly gray-bck death mana g to them like a persistent miasma. The figure startled, looking up at her with a dirt-streaked, blight-marred fad half a dead fish in his mouth.

  As Mato approached, he let out an i screech, falling backward in his effort to scramble away, c in a er while the two skeletons turned and advanced menagly, brandishing rusted daggers in their bony grasp.

  Mato charged, his huge bulk smming into the skeletons, and with a single Swipe, he turned both into an explosion of bone shards that showered the trash pile and the quivering, dirty figure in the er. Whirling on his paws, he prepared to strike.

  “Mato, don’t kill him!” Ali excimed. “He’s a person.”

  But Mato still advanced menagly, growling.

  In the darkness, bergy collected within the c person, and suddenly a hair-raisihereal screech cut through her with the chill of uh, and something fshed out towards Mato. Ali snapped her hand forward and a golden bubble of barrier magic trapped the thing.

  Votile Wraith – Undead Spirit – level 2 (Death).

  Neancer! It was the only possibility. Votile Wraiths were the on of the Death Wight they had faced, and the only css that could summon the undead were neancers. As if the skeletons hadn’t already given it away. But the tiny spirit was stuside her barrier, boung against the walls iively until it popped with a sharp, short-lived bst of bck fme.

  He summoned a sed one, whiched itself with an equally chilling screech, and Ali reacted, catg it too, before it could reach Mato.

  Still screeg, the emaciated neancer rushed Mato, g and scratg, even trying to bite him. With a great swing of his paw, Mato struck – but Ali knew him well enough to see how he withheld his full strength – smming the boy into the wall. He bounced, his head crag loudly against the a brick, and then slid to the ground in a heap, unmoving.

  Ali’s stomach ed and she turned and tried to throw up.

  “He’s not dead, Ali,” Mato said, his voice cutting through her nausea as he walked over to examihe ‘body’, already transformed back to his Beastkin form.

  “H…how?” Ali managed, wrestling with her unruly stomach.

  “I did hear you. I took his damage and just knocked him out,” Mato said, staring down at the motionless boy with a serious frown. “Ali… are you sure? That’s a neancer.”

  “I know,” she answered. But how could she kill someone so weak and desperate? “He ’t have eaten anything in weeks.” At least desperate enough to be down in the sewers hunting for rotten food in a trash pile – and his body was quite obviously being ravaged by the undead blight. “ we talk to him first? Before we decide if he’s evil, I mean?”

  “If we don’t do something about that Blight, he’s going to die anyway,” Mato groused, bending over to ihe unscious boy, wrinkling his nose in disgust.

  “Do you mind using your tree to help him?” Ali asked. She didn’t have any of Eliyen’s elixirs on hand, and the only other option she knew of was Mato’s potent aura in Tree Form.

  “Yes, but not here,” he said, pig up the boy as if he weighed nothing and turning around to retrace their steps through the sewer.

  Mato would do it, but he did not look happy at all.

  It took them a little loo return to the Grove and the shrine, but soon enough, Mato id him down on the moss and pnted himself nearby. As the aura exploded outward, Ali felt the regeion pulsing through her body and watched it ripple through the unscious neahe suppurating bck blight patches on the boy’s face began to fade and the angry dark miasma dissipated.

  Is he the reason for all the zombies? She studied him with all the se her disposal, but she finally had to clude that it couldn’t be him. He was only level three, and he must have just earned his css, although how he unlocked neancy was a mystery. She knew what it was to have a problematic css and that was not about to ge.

  What must it have been like? She wondered if he had been in tow happened and if he had been persecuted. Something must have happeo him to bee so badly ied with the blight and forced down into the sewers to hunt for food.

  Eventually, Mato’s tree shifted, and he slowly transformed bato his normal shape, and the aura faded back to its much more normal she magic.

  “He’s now.”

  “ we take him to the library?” Ali asked. The forest had been necessary for aodating Mato’s Tree Form, but the library was far more fortable now; she loved having couches. Mato nodded and picked him up again as they weheir way to the upper entrao the library.

  As soon as Mato id him on a couch, Ali felt the nature mana of Lira’s presence right before she appeared from within a branch of the giant tree.

  “What have you found, dear?” she asked, and then her hand suddenly shot up to her mouth. “Oh, my! It’s him!” she excimed. “That’s the boy who found my as!”

  Ali shot her an incredulous look, her eyes darting bad forth between her aunt and the grubby boy they’d rescued from the sewer. Him? By sheer ce?

  “Wait, this is the person in your story? The one who untied you?” Ali asked. Her eyes drifted to the boy’s ned the dark band visible around his neck. Dirt? Or scarring? Or…

  “Yes, he is the one,” Lira said, dang over to where Mato had set him down, still unscious on the couch.

  A prisoner of Alexander Gray, then. Ali wihose poor people had been subjected to pulsion colrs and then sacrificed to the neancer’s evil magi a terrifying dispy of dominand power. He survived. Has he been ied with the blight sihen? Malika and Mato had both described it as excruciatingly painful, and that had been weeks ago. What he must have been through… Ali could hardly bear to imagine.

  “I guess that expins how he unlocked a neancer css,” Ali ented. He must have been steeped in enough of Alexander Gray’s powerful death-affinity mana to push him to unlock the aturally, without a shrine. A real tragedy – if she had just found him before his css unlocked, she could so easily have offered him a better choice.

  “Oh,” Lira said softly, her voice filled with sadness as she looked down at him as he y on the couch. “You poor boy, fate has been rather unkind to you.”

  “What do we do with him?” Ali asked. It was clear from Lira’s reition that he was likely a good person who had been hahe worst luck. Running afoul of Alexander Gray had turned him into a perma pariah; he would be despised and shunned in every part of civilization because of that legacy.

  “I want to thank him for helping rescue my forest,” Lira said.

  “I stay here and look after him,” Ali said. It wouldn’t even disrupt her pns; she had no real itments today, and she had been hoping to study some more magiyway.

  “You sure?” Mato asked, gng at her and the boy. His eyes found Lira’s and then he sighed. He still looked visibly unfortable with the situation, but he seemed most ed for her wellbeing.

  “He’s level three, Mato. I know I’m not as good at fighting as you, but I think I got this,” Ali grinned, putting up her tiny fists and waving them around dramatically. All that training she had doh Malika to improve the melee skills of her warriors and rogues came out, and to both of their surprise, her form looked remarkably petent.

  “Yeah, you’re probably better at it than me,” he said, his usual griurning to the fore. “The day you have to punething will be… I don’t even know… terrifying? Ok, I’m going to head out and take care of the rest of the farms and outlying areas today, I’ll see you all ter tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

  Ali wrinkled her nose. “Me?”

  ***

  Your minions have defeated Boar – Zombie – level 2.

  Ali hissed between ched teeth. The stant notifications were incessant, like that annoying mosquito in her bedroom te at night, waiting for the perfeent just before she drifted off to sleep to swoop down and buzz right in her ear. She wished, for the umpteenth time, that she could silehem while she was studying – but she hadn’t found a way. Though it was rather telling just how many undead were trying to invade her space, and she knew deep down that turning off the notifications would be a bad long-term idea. Being surprised was not her forte.

  A groan ing from the viity of the couch finally broke her tratioirely, and she turo find the boy scrambling backward and falling off the cou his haste to escape.

  “I’m not going to hurt you,” she said quietly, and the hand that was extending forward toward her, and beginning to gather dark mana froze for a moment before he rexed a little a fall to his side.

  “You…” his hoarse voice cracked. “You’re her,” he eked out, speaking like someone who hadn’t used his voi decades.

  “Her who?” Ali asked curiously. How does he reize me?

  “You kill… killed him. Alexander G… Gray.”

  She could see the fear in his unfortably wide eyes as he mentiohe neancer and knew instantly it was the result of his traumatic treatment at his hands and not anything she had done. After all, she was less than half his size, and hardly a terrifying person.

  Well, I guess I am a dungeon, so some people think I’m even more terrifying than a neancer.

  “My friends and I did,” she answered, still not making any moves toward the fearful boy and striving to keep her voice level and calm. “My name is Aliandra.”

  He stared at her for a while.

  “You’re not going to kill me?” he asked, his voice quavering and crag.

  Ali was instantly reminded of poor Naia, asking again and again if she was going to be killed. I… miss her.

  “I won’t kill you,” Ali said, returning to the terrified boy. “And I already know what your css is. Would you like some tea? Or some food?” Mato had left some of yesterday’s dinner, just in case – trust him to notid try to feed even a neancer who had been found sging through the trash.

  At her mention of food, his eyes went wide – wider – and the aggressive growling of his stomach echoed into the library. Ali gri him and produced the bowl of leftover hearty beef stew Mato had made and pced it oable between them, returning to her seat again. As soon as she made space, he pounced, demolishing the food ihan a minute, shoveling it down his throat with his hands, as if the utensils had not even been seen. It was rare for her to see real hunger, and she was reminded of her time lost in these ruins for over a week.

  “I… I’m Seth,” he said at st. “Seth… Weston. Thank you –” His eyes bulged out of his head in shod surprise as Lira appeared, ing herself out of the giant tree befliding regally across the fgstones and carpet to join them.

  “Hello Seth, dear. I’m Lirasia,” she said, as if not notig the effect she had on him. She walked over to the tea stand ahe pot to boil. “It’s good to finally meet you properly, Seth. I wao thank you for releasing me from that evil fiend and offer my eternal gratitude for saving my as.”

  It took some effort, but between her and Lira, and a nice warm cup of tea, they mao coax his story out of him. He was from a small logging vilge called Lyton oher side of the border in Toriaory. Ali was certain could tell her exactly where it was, but she gathered it was on the far side of the now-dead forest. He had lived all his life with his grandmother until Roderik Ice and Alexander Gray swooped down on their quiet unity and slew nearly everyone. He had been one of the ‘lucky’ few spared to be used by the foul magic of the neancer. He had been forced to watch while his grandmother’s skeleton was raised before his eyes and made to release foul undead abominations throughout the forest, spreading the blight. And then he had been marched to Myrin’s Keep to serve as the neancer’s portable living sacrifice.

  When Ali and her friends had killed Alexander Gray, before the Death Knight had appeared, Seth had fled into town and been captured by kidnappers, and only escaped when his css had unlocked.

  Ali sat listening to the tale in horror, uo imagine how terrified he had been. She was certain she wouldn’t have been able to sit calmly on a couch with a cup of tea discussing it with some strangers, and she g Lira in suspi. But there was no evidence of any magic at py, just her typical calm aura and her soft and soothing voice.

  “I think we should take you to see Vivian Ross – she’s the Guildmaster of the Adventurers Guild. If anyone knows how to help you it will be her – and I know she will want to hear your story about the kidnappers,” Ali said. There weren’t very many options in Myrin’s Keep for people who might listen to a neancer, but she was certain Vivian would have some ideas for what they could do. At the very least, Seth couldn’t tinue living in the sewers, eating rotten fish. He had critical information on how the blight was tinuing to spread, which Vivian absolutely o hear.

  “No! She will kill me!” Seth yelled, scrambling bad falling off the couch, his feral fear taking over once more.

  “She hasn’t killed me yet, and I’m a guild member,” Ali answered. She should have expected resistaoward anythied to returning to town. Although, in her case it hadn’t always been rainbows and roses.

  Seth just sat on the floor staring bnkly at her.

  “I’m a dungeoh. That’s probably worse than a neancer.”

  Gliding across the fgstones, Lirasia caught him as he toppled sideways. “I guess that was a little much. Sleep now, Seth. You’ll feel better soon – I hope.”

  ***

  It was still challenging to vince him to agree to talk with the Guildmaster. And even harder to cajole him into making the trip across town to visit Lydia’s Allure, but even after putting him through one of her se circles, Ali insisted Seth still o repce the dreadful rags he wore. If she had learned ohing from her trial, it was the surprising importance of presentation when preparing for importaings.

  But Ali didn’t mind being patient. ing face to face with the fact that people wao kill you was hard enough, but knowing that it was for reasons outside of your trol added a heavy helping of despair and frustration. Ali still had nightmares about Roderik’s sneering face, and so she could empathize with Seth’s fresh struggle.

  It was only when Lira offered to apany them that he finally relented, and now with a blue shirt and a pair of khaki casual pants, he looked quite presentable as Ali led them into the guild hall. Given that they were risking him being identified in public, Lira’s presence offered a wele distra for the curious eyes. heless, Ali had still brought her two Kobues and her normal minion escort just in case they were attacked.

  “Great Mother of the Deep Woods,” Mieriel greeted, rising from her chair and bowing deeply to Lira. “Hi Aliandra, wele back,” she added politely, her mind magic flickering rapidly as she gnced first to Lira, and then at Seth, hiding a fsh of surprise. But, true to her word, Ali felt not even the slightest touch of her active skills impinging on her mind. “How may I help you today?”

  “Hi Mieriel, is Vivian avaible?” Ali asked. Her prior aoward the mind mage seemed to be fading now. While it may have had something to do with her reag level fifty, and rather close to Mieriel’s level, she was certain the Sun Elf’s polite and respectful attitude around her was tributing much more. No longer did she try cealing her css from Ali, nor had she ever attempted to use her active skills on her since her apology.

  Ali offered Mieriel a smile, deg she would try and make the effort to aowledge her attempts to repair the retionship between them.

  “Of course, follow me,” Mieriel said, leading the way to the Guildmaster’s office. As they passed through the hall, they got some curious stares from the various adventurers, some of whom she reized, but there were several new faces.

  “Recruitment is going well?” Ali asked.

  Mieriel grimaced, “It’s a struggle, especially with the Silent Assassin still at rge.” She knocked and then opehe door to the office.

  Vivian rose to greet them, and Ali reflected on how helpful it was to just have Lira present whenever she o talk to people. But Vivian was not oo be distracted, her observant eyes flickered in instant surprise, hardening at the sight of Seth.

  “What’s the meaning of this? Death-affinity? Another neancer?”

  “Yes, we know, but it was not his choice,” Ali expined. “I think you o hear his story.”

  Ali studied the closed expression on her fad the glittering, narrowed eyes, and knew instantly that this was going to be a tough sell. Vivian would not accept a neancer without a substantial push. She seemed to be on the brink of throwing them all out. “Mieriel, you should stay, too,” Ali said, blurting it out before Vivian could even respond.

  Ali schooled her expression, hiding her instant visceral revulsion to the y of what she had just suggested.

  “Good idea,” Lira said, nodding calmly to her as she took her seat, and Ali knew she uood. Her Aunt wasn’t about to let things get out of trol.

  It was almost imperceptible, but the tension lines around Vivian’s eyes rexed just a little, and Ali khat as difficult as it was, she had made the right call. While the Guildmaster owerful, it was Mieriel and her skills she trusted in situations where she could be deceived. Ali was exquisitely aware of Mieriel’s passive ability to read emotions, and it was that she was ting on to vince Vivian of the credibility of Seth and his story, without which there would be no ce for the boy. Someoh power and status had to believe in him in order for him to survive the terrible stigma of his css. Yet, trusting Mieriel to hold bad not deploy her more terrifying abilities took all of Ali’s willpower. I thought I was over this… and now I’m plicit in doing it to someone else. If only there was another way… At least Mieriel seemed tent to only employ her passive perception skills.

  “Ok, I’m listening,” Vivian said finally, sitting back down in her chair and inviting them all to take seats.

  While Seth reted the saga of his experiences and torment at the hands of Alexander Gray, Ali studied Vivian’s face. When he described the destru of Lyton by Alexander and Roderik, Vivian gnced in shod surprise at Mieriel, but she nodded in firmation.

  The reveal of Roderik’s involvement in wiping out the town was new, and Ali could tell she had Vivian’s attention now. The Guildmaster unched a barrage of questions wheh described the abominations that were spreading the blight, and then main when he revealed the details of the warehouse and his kidnappers.

  “That is an incredible story,” Vivian said, sitting ba her chair after Seth finished his retelling. “This ges our strategy for dealing with the undead and the Blight – I thought it would go away if we just killed the monsters, but that strategy is doomed. These abominatioo be found aroyed. The mayor o know about the kidnappers, too. That ’t be allowed to tinue.” Her pierg gaze returo the awkwardly shufflih. “What do we do with you?”

  “I want to fix the forest, but I don’t know how,” he said, quietly wringing his hands. “I’m not strong enough.” His voice was choked with profound sadness and Ali felt the anguish of the boy who had been so itted to the a forest that he risked his life to save her as and had woken up to find himself turned into the very thing that had destroyed it all.

  “How about we have Seth join the guild?” This was Ali’s main goal for the entire meeting – she just hoped Vivian and Mieriel had heard enough to trust that the boy was a good person at heart.

  “A neancer?” Vivian’s shocked gaze so Ali as she made her suggestion.

  Yes. Ali lifted her silently. Worse than a dungeon, Vivian? Was she truly sorry, or was this airely different situation?

  “You were worried about not recruiting enough people who are motivated and have strong csses. Seth literally has nowhere else to go,” Ali answered, holding Vivian’s gaze. “You already have some dangerous csses in the guild.”

  “He’s a neancer, Aliandra,” Vivan said, her voice grating like granite.

  “What is the alternative?” Ali pressed. “You know he will be driven out of every town and city. Is his fate to eventually bee bitter and angry? If he isn’t killed ht, what are the ces he is forced to follow the path of Alexander Gray? You say your mission is to be a force food in this town – how is this ly what you cim the guild is for?”

  Vivia her gaze with a stony stare. “How would this not ruin our already… tarnished reputation?”

  Ali tried not to flinch. While the point might be fair, it still hurt.

  It was Lira who broke the awkward silence. “Is the of having an elder sponsor a novice still respected in your kingdom?” she asked, her gentle voice cutting through the stalemate.

  “You would be willing to sponsor him?” Vivian gasped. “To stake your reputation on the good behavior of a… neancer?” At least she had the decy to wi her own words when she g Seth.

  Ali knew just how unbelievable it must sound for a Dryad to sponsor a neancer, of all csses, but she also khe story that had unfolded between them.

  “I owe him a life debt,” Lira said. It was a stunning, and incredible revetion to them, but Ali knew she believed it with all her heart. “I know he is a good persoe his css, and I will not allow fate to punish him for his as.”

  “That… that is an incredible character reference, Seth,” Vivian said, studying the boy carefully.

  Mieriel’s hand touched Vivian’s shoulder gently. “The boy seems ho and kied, too. We could do a lot worse, Vivian.”

  “Very well, Seth, would you mind sharing your css and abilities with me?” In the face of so much support, Vivian’s resistance seemed to crumble, and Ali suppressed a sigh of relief. It was surely not the end of Seth’s challenges, but it was the first step iing him up on a better path.

  Seth responded by sharing his skills and abilities with everyone in the room, and Ali studied them with great i, fasated to see a different style of summoner css.

  “What does the Votile Wraith do?” Vivian asked.

  In respoo the questioh shared the eatus sheet of the monster.

  Name: Votile WraithRace: Undead Spirit

  Css: Votile Wraith – level 1- Touch of Death – level 1Mana: Attack, dealih damage. RaouchDeath, Melee, Intelligence

  - Votile Detonation – level 1Explode, ing all remaining mana to do Death damage to everything around ye: 3.09 feet. Trigger: DeathDeath, Area, Trigger, Intelligeitudes- Mana (Affinity): Death- Incorporeal (Racial): Immuo physical damage, attacks ignore armor- Life Drain: Critical strikes cause Life Drain instead of Critical Damage- Damage Absorption (Racial): Death damage is absorbed as healing- Immunities (Racial): Poison- Vulnerabilities (Racial): +50% extra damage from Holy- Unstable: Dies after 15 sedsAttributes- Vitality: 1- Perception: 4- Intelligence: 6- Wisdom: 6

  Health: 10/10Mana: 60/60

  Area damage, and life drain. Ali studied the monster carefully. It seemed weak beyond belief, but Ali had faced them in battle and knew just how terrifying they could be. They were incorporeal, ign physical damage and mundane armor.

  It’s a good thing I trapped them, she realized, otherwise, Mato might have had some more life drain to heal after subduih in the sewer – however unlikely it might be that Seth’s low-level summon might score a critical hit on Mato. Seeing the sheet answered a lot of the questions she had had after fag the Bone Wight and their Votile Wraiths. Although seeing how low its health was, she made a mental o try slig them with barrier magic the ime she entered ohese things are like self-guided Fireballs…

  “That is an incredibly powerful css,” Vivian said, finally. “Atack; you heal your minions with your own damage; and regee your owh with life drain. Amplify Damage is an insane curse, and you hide behind two types of monsters for survivability. If your css is representative of the typieancer, it’s no wohey are so feared.”

  Seth grimaced, seeming to curl up on himself as if he wao be swallowed up by his seat.

  “It’s ok, Seth,” Mieriel said, reag across to touch his shoulder. “You’re not in trouble.”

  Ali suddenly knew Vivian was sold, and it was not just the support of herself and Lira – she could see an undercurrent of excitement the Guildmaster couldn’t quite keep from showing on her face at the prospect of such a strong css – specter of neancy or not – joining the guild.

  “Mieriel, you ask Teagan to join us?”

  “Not Aiden?”

  “No, I thih’s abilities would be difficult to use with Havok’s holy magic as a tank. Teagan is petitive, she wants to bee the stroeam in the guild, I think I vince her to give Seth a fair shot.”

  Ali smiled. It was a relief to know that Seth would be receiving training, and a group to help him level up. She was curious to see how his skeletons and wraiths stacked up against her own sewer denizens.

  That wraith has some rather impressive abilities… wait, how did he…

  “Hey, Seth, how do you have the status sheet for the Votile Wraith?” she asked. He had shown every siail, including the skill descriptions, aptitudes, and attributes.

  “Oh… um. I have Eyes of the Damned – I just merged my awareness with the wraith and called up my status and I got it,” he said.

  Seriously? It ’t be that easy, it? She stared at him for a long moment, and then her curiosity overpowered her surprise. Switg to the point of view of one of her rogues waiting outside, she opened her status.

  Oh, it worked!

  Race: Kobold

  Active Buffs: Rogue's Attributes, Uny Dodge

  Css: Rogue – level 23- Precision Strike – level 15- Dagger Mastery – level 17- Stealth – level 15 (+2)- Ambush – level 12- Uny Dodge – level 12- Rogue's Attributes – level 14- Deadly Poisons – level 9- Mutite – level 6- [Locked] - [Locked]

  General Skills- Identify – level 7- Trapmaking – level 6

  Aptitudes- Language: Draic- Draic Blood (Racial): Resistao Fire is increased by +161- Darkvision (Racial): You see in the dark- Kobold Trickery (Racial): +5 to Dexterity and Intelligence- Critical Strike (Css): +100% to Critical Damage- Sneaky (Css): +2 to skill level of Stealth skills

  Attributes- Vitality: 45- Strength: 77 (+30)- Endurance: 95 (+37)- Dexterity: 167 (+65)- Perception: 33- Intelligence: 16- Wisdom: 9

  Equipment- Body: Leather Armor – level 20- on: Eimuuran Darksteel Dagger – level 23- on: Eimuuran Darksteel Dagger – level 22

  Evasion: 324Dodge: 33.47%

  Health: 450/450Stamina: 665/950 (285 Reserved)Mana: 90/90

  Stunned, Ali missed the few minutes of the versation as her mind flittered from minion to minion cheg everything.

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