<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Zatan2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Zatan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Watchtower<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>October 18, 2017, 0900<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Fate, Starman, open<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>“Did someone say magic user?” Zatan walked into a conversation with a smile, reaching into his pocket to pull out his cards. He held them in his flat palm. “Ytfif owt drac pukcip! One by one the cards levitated, spun around Fate and Starman and landed back on Zatan’s palm in a perfect pile.<br/><br/>“Pick a card, any card.” Zatan smiled at his prestidigitation.<br/><br/>“There are magic users everywhere across the planet. Some learn it, some are born with it.” Zatan himself was the product of the species Homo Magi, a magic wielding race. “Most of them are harmless hedge witches that read fortunes and cure acne.” Zatan continued. “The present company like the Lord of Order practice the mystic arts.” He paused and then added. “Some darker than others.”<br/>