<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/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">The man coughed at the idea of powerful magics, and shook his head, "The master has a keen eye, friend." He replied in a very hushed tone, but nodded his head. "This is rather... Unplanned. You are supposed to be enjoying Eodin until you are called on." He grumbled, leading Lucan off the main floor and back behind curtains that lead into the actual workshop portion of the building. Once away from other eyes, he turned to face Lucan and scowled, narrowing his gaze. His voice, when he spoke, changed to something of a whisper, and while his mouth was moving it was not <em>his</em> voice that was exiting his mouth, "What have you done, Lucan?" A hollow version of Azzir's voice poured out of the shop keeps lips, "Why have you changed your look, and why are you seeking room here and not at an inn?"<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/>