<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">He remained as quiet and attentive as he could, though when asked the question he faked as if he was reading through his book and looking for a specific page before looking up. "Huh? Oh I've been told of such things, but everyone has their own gifts granted by the gods, yet those same gifts just might end up being as equal to a curse to themselves," he slightly preaches, not yet noticing the irony of his words. "Yes I know of such things, and have achieved such a peak at what the future holds in store."<br/>
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"Belakai has given me such things as well, though being both a rationalist as well as bender of realities he hasn't divulged exactly what I can manage yet..." he says and holds up his left hand, the appearance of the ribbon trio of tattoos starting at his wrist and hand before dissapearing under his sleave. "I'm meant to do two things, one personal yet a favor, and the other for what maybe be the price to pay for a darkened past..." Ceej says and closes the stave before shouldering the hammer-like weapon onto his shoulder, the dull grey gem gleaming slightly in the light provided. "I'll help with the journey of you and the others, even if I'm to sacrafice myself into such an endevour." With a smile he looks to the man who has visited him. "Feel free to call me Ceej, tis an alias that is more appropriate to others outside of the cloth."</span>