<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Setting Information</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Andale Mono;">After leaving Everwinter and looking to venture back into the rest of the world, you made your way down the coast heading south. Eventually, you came to the great port city of Eodin where you’ve been for the last few weeks - during this time you’ve reintegrated with society and attempted to find something worthy of your time and skills. <br/><br/>You find yourself sitting in the <strong>Brass Locket</strong> tavern, where you have been staying since your arrival in Eodin. While this might not be as high class as some of the other taverns you can find in the city, it comes with a very distinct type of adult entertainment that’s harder to find - making it a relaxed atmosphere where people are more focused on other things than bothering you.<br/><br/>Tonight has proven to be no different, and as you sit at the booth along the wall that you’ve made your own over the last several nights, nursing a drink and picking through the food you find that tonight, for the first time you are approached by another.<br/></span></div></div><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/CpZ09Ch.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">The first thing you notice about the man that simply slides across the table with you, without a word, is that no one else seems to notice him. As he moves in front of people to get to you they don’t even blink - almost as if he isn’t there at all. However, when he slides into the booth you can distinctly feet the boots beneath his cloak touch yours and bump as he settles in. His features are obscured by a mask clinging to his face, painted black on the lower part but white from the nose up save for a single black dot on the forehead. Beneath the mask glowing violet hues look over your travel-worn features. “Gabriel,” He murmurs in an unfamiliar voice. “I am Azzir Tannik, and I would like to make a deal with you. One that we will both find mutually beneficial.”<br/><br/>He paused for a moment letting his words sink in, and then folded his hands in front of himself, “I’ve been waiting to meet you for a very long time. I’m afraid the cold of Everwinter doesn’t sit well with me, so finding you before now was just never in the cards.”<br/><br/></span><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/>