“I am not worthy,” concentrating through the amber ring, amid a pleasant buzz of the soft energy emitted from the eldritch item you can hear the thoughts of your novice as clearly as her own voice. Indeed, were it not for the fact that her lips did not move, you would probably just have assumed that she had simply spoken the words. “Maybe Alison will trust me...” she continues, the idea that you could be hearing this not fully occurring to her.<br/><br/><strong>“You will find the agony in our stores, as well as weapons and armour,”</strong>Pain Davira says as she stands,<strong>“But I included the coin because I may be past my adventuring days, but I can still remember them. Sometimes, you will need more than an enchanted whip to defeat the monsters and obstacles you encounter,”</strong>she smiles at the thought of days gone by.<strong>“I am sure that you will succeed at your task Alison, and that under your wing Lelika will blossom into a maiden in her own right. May Loviatar favour you both,”</strong>she bows her head briefly, the fingers of her right hand tracing some warding sign.