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((Fixed. I liked that sentence too, oh well.))

Oz managed to catch the insult, at least he thought it was an insult. It could've been a compliment if strange was the same as special, but Oz wasn't about to make that association. He always thought better to err on the side of pessimism anyway.

He approached the man. He had a fresh face, well, fresher then most shmucks Oz practiced on. "You're familiar with aura's?" Informality was the rule here, avoid authority and don't belittle the mark's. Still, Oz found himself searching for some sign of the Order, surely they would've found someone so blatant.

A sick possibility arose, could this be a test of some sort? He wouldn't put it past his mentors. It was enough to keep him on edge.

((should I roll a spot check?))

((Not really, unless Oz is to pissed off to take a good look at the man before him then you don't have to. This guy is not nearly as secretive and unknown as the sleeping woman next to Aust. I'm doing this mostly because he found a cleric of one of my few custom gods. Where as Oz is just dealing with a wandering healer of Fharlanghn. And I just noticed I did that god's title wrong...))

"Not praticularly no. I only recently gained this power but it doesn't take much to know that your's is different from the other dog of the Order," the man said with a pleasent and disarming smile. Oz's hostility seemed to fade away for some unknown reason as he started to talk to the man.

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(14 rolled + 4 = 18... Nice you passed the DC 10 and DC 15 challanges)

It suddenly the young Cleric, the rumors of a cult that was slowly gaining many followers. This woman bore the symbol of Sorynith, the goddess of fate and judgement. The Feather and Heart that were typically on those scales must have been worn away by time and travel.

((Sorynith is a true Neutral goddess with a tendency to meddle where she doesn't belong, giving her a slight bent towards choas, but not enough to make her C/N))

"Its the damndest thing," the captain said turning back to the bounty board, "I've never known the beasts to come above ground and be so aggressive as to attack a town and because of their ambushes we can't really get much supplies out to my men in the forest investgating why they are here..."

By this time Grendel points at a poster with the drawing of a group of monsters.

"I'm going to have you and any one else who joins up go out and take the supplies to my men in the forest. You'll be payed of course and you can keep what you kill."

Helena nodded again, deciding it may be wise to try to wait to see if anyone else would want to assist her. She didn't doubt herself....though sometimes it was just better to be safe rather than sorry even on things like this.

"I'll be back later then to see if anyone else shall be accompanying me. I shall await at the bar if anyone stops by." She then bowed her head to acknowledge him then went back to the tavern.

Two things caught the wizards attention, syntax and feeling. The strange man said 'dog', not dogs; animosity perhaps? If there's animosity towards one magi then maybe he could snare this stranger in the order.

Paranoia swelled in his chest when his animosity faded, there was just no reasoning behind it. Oz didn't rule out being a victim of enchanting himself, but that was something that worried him deeply. No hand movements, no draconic words, either Oz was dealing with someone far more powerful then he or there was some other enchanter he wasn't aware of yet.

Still, he lacked the hostility to do anything rash. Oz knew this was a blessing, less hostility means he can keep his head clear, do what he was sold to do. "Really, mind if I ask what's so different about it?" An innocuous question, but if Oz wanted to boil this frog he'd need to build the heat slowly.

Before getting out of the captain's ear shot, she heard him ask for her name. "Helena." She replied, then continued on her way, taking a seat once she arrived back at the inn, deciding to kill time and relax while she had the chance to do so.

The man leaned back at this point, giving Oz some space agian, "Where else would a Cleric get his power? From his god of course," with that he held up the gray peice of stone that held the Horizion Dweller's symbol that was on his left hip.

"I'm just really good a channeling my lord's power. You on the other hand have a power that comes from within yourself..."

((JESUS!! 100!? Really? Dear lord my eye is twitching. Okay Cookie I totally did not expect this... but Oz can quilify for a super rare class known as an Elementalist. For more details pm me because this guy isn't the best source for info on this class... He just knows how to check...))