Lord's Rest Inn

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*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*

*this fills me with joy*

 As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence. 

*OH MY GOD IT’S GABRIEL FROM ULTRAKILL*

Mauric, who is peeling yams, waves at him. “Hi stranger!”

 He bows "Hello there." He says and stands back up "How are you?"

“Fine! The weather is nice and the tubers are a perfect consistency. How are you?”

 "I am well. I am glad to see that you are doing well as well." he said and lightly chuckled. 

“So what brings you to these parts? Wanderlust? A mission? Boredom?”

 "It has occurred to me that this is a demonic hot spot. I am here to investigate what draws them to this area." He said.

“Did you check out the sinkhole or whatever?”

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*WELP. I JUST CREATED THE KINDEST BUT THE MOST SADISTIC CLERIC IN MY HISTORY OF A DND PLAYER.*

 *Nice. Kinda wanna interact with Ban lmao*

 *Here you go.*

As he emerges from the dense foliage, a man strides quietly into view. A soft and warm glow envelops him, casting a gentle light that illuminates the surrounding area. From his shoulder blades extend a pair of majestic white feathered wings, their intricate details and sheer size taking one's breath away. His head is adorned with a helmet of a cylindrical shape, fashioned from pure white marble. The helmet features three eyes crafted from glowing orange cut stones, which seem to emit an otherworldly radiance. He dons a form-fitting black shirt, emphasizing his muscular build, and white dress pants that flow gracefully down to his feet. A light blue and white cloak is draped over his shoulders, fastened together by a brooch bearing the symbol of interlocking circles surrounded by sharp spikes. Blue butterflies flit around him as if drawn to his presence. 

 Ban watches the man from his seat in the grass. He takes a swig of his bottle and mumbles. "Looks like a holy knight."

 He hears Ban's voice and looks over. He bows his head and chuckles lightly.

 "Yep. gotta be one." he grumbles to himself. He lays down on the ground. "If you're gonna kill me it isn't gonna work." he says loudly.

 "Who said I was planning to?" He says, his voice low and warm. He walks over and watches Ban.

 "Dunno, just have a feeling." Ban says, watching them.

 "Do you always think you will be harmed?" He asked, tilting his head.

 Ban sighs and sits up. "Yes. I do."

 "A horrible way of living." He said.

 "I'm immortal. I don't really live."

 "As am I but I still live. Living is being alive but being alive doesn't always mean living."

 "Yeah I guess. Whatever." Ban says, chugging down his bottle of booze.

 The man snaps his fingers and the bottle shatters, glass flying in different directions. 

 Ban stares at the broken bottle. "Aw come on man.."

 He chuckles lightly "Don't waste your existence on that now."

 Ban stands up, rather steady for how much he's drank. "Look dude, you messed with my booze, got glass in my outfit. I'm not fond of that."

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“Did you check out the sinkhole or whatever?”

 "Not yet. That was first on my list to investigate." 

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 "What's the joke?"

"Yeah? how so?"

<It’s pretty bad. Are you sure you want to hear it?>

”Well I’m a wizard. A pretty good one if I do say so myself.”

 "Yeah go ahead."

"Huh. So it'd be like a master and apprentice sorta thing?"

<Okay. What’s an archaeologist?>

“Not exactly… more like a regular student-teacher relationship.”

 "Dunno, what?"

"Ah.."

*back, was on the phone*

<Someone whose career is in ruins.>

“So, if you want, I could probably get you, at absolute minimum, to the point where you can cast fourth level spells. What do you say?”

 Theren snorts a bit

"Sure why not."