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“As you held it in your hand, you can tell it is nothing more than a piece of metal, but men will make war for such things, and one day the blood stained banners of Khorne will be raised high to retrieve this trinket.”

Then the seer reached to one of the many pouches to produce a soul stone, “Now this is not so mundane, and I will grant you it as I promised. I know the choice was not yours to become your troupe’s Solitaire. Indeed I can sense a strong proclivity towards psychic arts. Had you been born on Iderhra, I’d have seen you become a warlock, and maybe more. Regardless, It seems hardly fair that your immortal being is forfeit based only on the part you play in life.”