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“No, more a shaman. Blessings of the Spirits and Gaia Mother is where I get my abilities from, and so we must uphold certain rituals to keep them appeased.”
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“So a warlock by another name, or a priest by another name?”
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“In a sense, yes. I prefer to go by a shaman though, as it’s what my people refer to it as.”
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“Priest then, good to know. I didn’t smell anyone else on you or I wouldn’t have walked in here.”
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“I’m not exactly a people person. The only others out here really are my Forest Guardians, and other spirits.”
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“Not what I meant but never mind.”
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“Oh, you meant another spirit I presume? Being a shaman I do interact with many of them, being a bridge for them here is one of my duties.”
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“More specific than just spirit.”
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“A specific spirit then? I’d be happy to mediate any dispute.”
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He barks in laughter. “My dear little Masque, Mab and Titania themselves can’t get me and my brother to get along.”
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“Fair enough, I was simply offering to do my job as Shaman.”
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“It’s no problem. It is simply in our nature.”
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“So it seems.” [b][i]she says chuckling a bit.[/i][/b] “Spirits seem to have problems with each other as much as humans do sometimes.”
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“True. But you humans have much more uncivilized conflicts.”
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“I won’t deny that’s generally true. My people usually try to keep out if fights but other tribes mistaken inaction for weakness.”
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“Those other tribes have clearly never seen an investment broker.”
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“We’re what many would consider tribal people. They haven’t met one before
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“Take a look up, and slightly behind you.”
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[b][i]She did so, her hand on the warspikes on her side just in case[/i][/b]
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“Tell me, can you see the joke passing by?”
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[b][i]She turned to look st him. Even with the mask on her face she could tell her expression was unimpressed.[/i][/b] “And now I understand even more why only Shaman communicate with spirits.”
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He chuckles evilly.