Steven
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- "Mmm..."```

The man grumbled tonelessly upon hearing her response. There were multiple things to take in, here, yet there were only a handful of aspects truly worth remembering for him For one — she possessed a method outside of the Vektet... Good. That much he expected; the *Calling* That enshrouded him seemed to suggest such. His intuition enabled through that *Aura*, though dulled from its razor-sharp edge by him merely being *Present* Within the Vektet, was still sensitive enough to tell him that much. 

Then, she began questioning. How troublesome. His folded arms shift, his clenched, gloved right hand oncemore peeking out into open sight once again.

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- "Save for some sort of twisted pleasure that comes from telling a lie... There is nothing for me to gain by doing that. Once that beast has been slain, I will reside here no longer. My only desire is to leave this forsaken Vektet... And, once I succeed, all information I have on its structure becomes forfeit in value. You needn't worry about such little details."```

The man clasped and unclasped his gloved right hand, the aura about him receding, ever-so-slightly, as he peered at her with what was a foundationally-chilling glare. The malevolence had all but entirely receded, yet *He, himself,* Grew significantly more intimidating, as he followed up with a single statement.

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- "But if you're still worried, I wouldn't mind making you swear 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 in exchange for a covenant of veracity."```*

...He spoke, locking eyes with her, his demeanor shifting in entirety. Moments ago, he was a lax, carefree, and tired man, yet as he stared her straight in the eye, there was an unending, burning *Fury* Buried deep within his soul. His scarred face, though mostly expressionless, was roused with such a presence that he seemed almost downright frightening — indeed, his demeanor was almost akin to that of an interrogator, as strangely specific as such a character is.
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The man gives a low exhale, tucking his right hand back out of sight. His brief, intimidating nature vanished, as he stared back out the window, calmed. Yet as he calmed, that malevolent aura — strangely separate from his character itself — returned, its subtle, foul presence once again rearing its ugly head.

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- "The more pressing matter here is slaying that beast... Both of us will benefit from it, with or without any sort of deal."
- "So you're likely wondering... What's the plan?"

- "..."

- "Right... It's quite simple."
- "There's a... Man. A very influential man... One who I've been trying to get in contact with. Alas, I am entrapped here, I said."
- "He is... Very aggressive. Dangerous, even. And very influential in the First Floor. He... Needs eliminating, put simply."
- "Otherwise, I'd have no way to directly strike at the Root-Crown."

- "He's quite a hard person to miss. He goes by the name..."```

He paused, squinting, as he gazed beyond the window, his teeth briefly clenched, before he continued to speak:

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- "Vaazva."```*

The man, for the first time, unfolded his arms. Both of his hands were gloved, yet his left hand seemed to have quite an excessive amount of material atop it. It seemed as though there were two, if not three, layers of gloving atop it, and about his wrist was a thin silver chain that, quite literally, *Chained* The glove tight.
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- "Vaazva is a very tricky, dangerous, and incredibly violent man. He doesn't show it openly... Yet I've seen more than enough of his sickening deeds to justify my wrath."

- "Luckily, he tends to keep his guard down... He runs a bar, in fact. Further in this decrepit village, within the plaza... A bar that serves a drink that he has become addicted to."```

 He slowly uses that same left hand to reach into his pocket, withdrawing a small vial... A vial filled with *Blood?* Or, at the very least, what appeared to *Be* Blood.

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- "Therefore... It'd be quite easy to coax him into ingesting something that would end his life."
- "I believe you see what I'm getting at... Right?"```

He held the vial out, within her reach, yet would not release it, until she seemed compliant in the plan.
Jonathan
"I think I do, yes." She nods her head, preparing to agree to the terms and looking around for a moment, remembering something as she looks at the out-of-place wall. Unfortunately for this man, Tabby is not a shoot-first-ask-later kind of person. There's a little more to be uncovered here.

"I have a few more questions, though." She replies, just deciding to go with it. "The wall, here.. Why is it different from the others? What is behind this wall?" She points her finger at it too, just in case it wasn't abundantly clear already what she was talking about. "Additionally, what would the terms of a covenant be? If you were the one making the terms, I would need time to myself to pick it apart."

"I wouldn't want to be shirked into a deal that gives me the short end of the stick.- Oh, right, one second.." As the man attempts to intimidate her, Tabby rises to the challenge, seemingly not as afraid as maybe she should be because of the aura. As she speaks, Tabby begins to move her arms around a bit, her gauntlet starting to shine harmlessly. She begins speaking strange words — in the aforementioned *Sylvan* — as the individual lanes of the gauntlet start glowing with power. To this man, it is abundantly clear that Tabby is disturbed by something, and as such, she is performing the *Verbal* And *Somatic* Components of a spell right in front of him.

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She finishes with her arms spread almost entirely full, the hand wielding her precious gauntlet holds it at a 90 degree bend at the elbow, upwards and facing the man. It begins to beep as a sort of *Dowsing machine*, as **Tabby casts _Detect Magic_** At 1st level in attempt to get to the bottom of things. "Sorry about that," She confesses, bringing the gauntlet back down to her side, it still beeping like radars that the man may or may not be familiar with. "Force of habit from earlier adventurers."

This spell would relay information onto an LED screen, attempting to dissect what was going on magically within 30 feet of the cat, and attempting to deduce it as one of the schools of magic. Of course, with this strange *Vektet*, Tabby does not actively expect it to give her a proper readout, instead hoping to just see where this *Aura* Originates from. If it were to originate from under the building, it likely would not detect anything at all due to the strict constraints around the tracking involved. 

Something unhinges on her gauntlet, no doubt the readout, revealing a small green-and-lighter-green screen akin to that of those old wrist-watches.
Steven
The man's gaze weakens, and his eyes grow more tired. He gives a slight sigh as she continued releasing question-after-question; seriously, did she *Really* Think he had the time to answer all these questions...?

...Well, he did, actually. All the time in the world, in fact. The man scowled, giving yet another sigh as he realized a contradiction even in his own logic. Still, he did not feel, at all, inclined to respond to *Any* Of the questions. The only real reason he would continue to answer was because he required a bit of assistance in his elaborated plan...

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- "Mmm..."
He grumbled,
- "Behind that wall..."
- "..."```

...He paused, taking a deep breath in.

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- "Well... I simply am not at liberty to say."
- "Maybe it's cursed... Maybe whatever behind it is cursed. Maybe even touching it would curse you. Maybe it's made out of a curse. But I can neither confirm nor deny any of this information..."

- "...You do see what I'm getting at."```

So he spoke, elaborating on it slightly, yet remaining quite vague in all of his answers on his nature. As he had said before, he was not at liberty to speak on the true nature of the strange wall, construed of a different material as the rest of the church, and placed in such a strange location within its midst. It was, indeed, quite out-of-place, yet as the man seemed to be suggesting, there was the potential for something quite dangerous to be behind it.

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- "Ahhh, about that vow. That covenant..."
- "Honestly, forget about it. I said some rash things."
- "Certainly you understand that being entrapped within this stone coffin for dozens of years... Is quite tolling on the mind. Indeed it is."```
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The man scratched at his right glove, dismissing his former statement entirely. While he seemed incredibly imperative in the moment, he seemed to quickly backpedal on his own statement the moment that he calmed. Perhaps it truly was born out of a moment of rashness.

Eyes still set beyond the window, he would not further glare at Tabby, as she casted the spell Detect Magic. Whatever sort of hex she was casting, he had no interest in. Or, rather, he couldn't *Muster* Interest in anything, at the moment.

 And, indeed, there would be much for her to find, enabled by the sight of the arcane. Several, compounded magical auras twirl in a dynamic flux throughout the church's atmosphere, their arcane energies almost encompassing the church in its whole. As she was given time to hone her aura-sensing arcane ability, she would note several interesting magical curiosities, which were as following:

Firstly, the **Strange stone wall** That she had seen earlier, was, from top-to-bottom, encased in a potent magical aura that could be seen clear-as-day. Upon closer investigation, its school of magic was revealed to be that of **Illusion.** 

Secondly, the **Vial which the man extended towards her, full of a blood-like liquid,** Possessed a twofold-aura of magical nature. While subtle, it seemed that both the schools of **Transmutation** And **Enchantment** Were imbued into the liquid within the vial.
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Thirdly, beneath the man's **Right glove,** Tabby could clearly see a magical aura, and a powerful one, at that. The essence of the magical school of **Abjuration** Was contained beneath, in a most mysterious and exotic nature, as if it treaded between the boundaries of Abjuration and another school of magic, entirely.

Fourthly, **Beneath the man's left glove,** There is a most odd form of magic at play; one which Tabby may not be familiar with, at all. However, it seems to precariously tread the line between the arcane natures of the school of both **Divination** And **Necromancy,** Simultaneously. Similar to the aura beneath the man's left glove, there was an aura of identical nature, surrounding **A dagger sheathed at the man's left hip.**
Jonathan
"Oh, of course... It's probably similar to a constant state of just endless falling. No ageing, no dying, no need to sleep or eat or drink. No.." She nods her head as she quietly reads off of her screen — despite how old and simplistic it looks, it is bright enough to illuminate against the fur of her face, revealing only just the dark green of the background and nothing more to the man. To see such a thing would require him to actually look at the screen himself, but... He's currently a little far away.

She speaks absentmindedly to the stranger, fishing around in her *Trinket* Bag for something — kind of hard to pull something out when you're not focused entirely on conjuring the item in mind.

For the vial... It likely *Was* Blood — twisted and infused into some sort of concoction designed to either kill or remotely control whatever poor soul were to ingest it.. *Not* Exactly ideal... So, if not death... This could potentially be used to transfer the soul of whoever's blood is in said vial... Right? Tabby mentally checks her notes — those many years of schooling and experimentation coming into play for each of the following schools — yet can't find a conclusive answer. It would make *Sense*, but the way that this person is speaking leads her to believe it was simply blood mutated into a type of poison.

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*Abjuration.* Seeing as it's imprinted on armor, it implies that not only is he well-defended physically, but also magically. If some sort of scuffle were to somehow break out, for example, Tabby would be outmatched. Not that she planned to do so. Just a passing thought as she checks off the list of things to note. But indeed, Tabby notes that it is likely a different type of the teaching than she might be used to, same with what is about to follow...

The left glove and the dagger. Since it's below the glove, it may well be some sort of imprinted tattoo or innate sense. *Necromancy* Implies that this man can either heal or outright destroy another person with nothing more than a touch, while *Divination*.... Well... That part is what remains a mystery. *What use would such a school have to do with everything else around here*, she wonders; admittedly those teachings are her weak spot when it comes to knowledge.

And for the wall... "Just floating... Forever, and ever, between states of reality, between alternate worlds that are always so far out of reach. Wondering what comes next." She finally materializes the item she was looking for — a small, wooden dice, carved very finely with her claws from a long bit of spruce, a tree prominent in her home region. "I understand.."

With those words out of her mouth, the mystery man is treated to the sight of Tabby hurling the dice at the illusory wall, fully expecting it to just disappear once it hit whatever illusion was present. After all, if the wall was cursed as the man claimed, why would she touch it herself?