<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/815728859978137602/950528555048128562/Hooded_Nyss.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cinsyr Syvas<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Warcaster<br/><strong>Hitpoints:</strong>21/21<br/><strong>Extra:</strong>“Speech”<br/><hr/><br/>Cin keeps his head down as he writes, engrossed in his journal as he jots down notes. He was sitting alone at a table near the back of the tavern, hood up with a cooling bowl of stew beside him. It had arrived a little while ago, but he had been distracted by his work, taking stock of everything that he knew so far.<br/><br/>Bandits had been invading Jelwyrn. Not uncommon for the unsavory sort to attack townsfolk, but there were rumors of fell magicks at play. While he hadn’t seen any sign of such things yet, he had only just arrived earlier this morning, there had been no time to truly investigate. His boss hadn’t wanted to deal with it, but as this was a request from the king it would be in bad taste to ignore it. Because of this, Cinsyr had been sent alone, though from what he had heard he was going to be assisting a collection of agents from different groups.<br/><br/>“... All this talk of dark rituals.” He mutters softly under his breath while writing. “And yet no details. At least, none that make any sense. Could this be the truth, or the desperate cries of people who just want help? The answer appears uncertain at the moment.”<br/>