(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

He nodded and took on a far-away look for a moment, "Aye, it coulda' been
worse. Local mage healed me, fixed the scars'n all. Coulda grown my hair
back but I kinda like the look."
"It is quite dashing. Do you think this mage could help me with my scars?"
He looked me over, then shrugged, "I don't see why not. Yer scars don't look
that bad..." He looked at me closely, "Aye, now who's ta say. Ye should talk
to 'em yourself. Names Sebastion, an' he sets his kip up over by the
foundry."
"Thanks," I glanced at the half-unfurled scroll in the glass case, "Now... as for
your merchandise..."
"High magic, this is!" Cinder proclaimed proudly, "Pierce enemies with
missiles of force, or surround 'em with crackin' spheres of the heavens
distilled. Or mayhap a touch of madness be more to your liking..."
"Here, Dak'kon," I handed him a scroll when our purchases were made, "You
might need this. An attack spell to soften a few enemies from afar."
His eyes slid over the scroll casually, "The ways of this form of Art are not
known to me."
"All paths converge at some point. Besides, I'm of Mebbeth's school and
Zerthimon's and I do just fine."
Dak'kon nodded and accepted the scroll, "That much is true."
"Speaking of which..."
Dak'kon nodded, and handed me the Unbroken Circle, "The Fifth Circle of
Zerthimon is now open to you. I wish, as you do, that its wisdom may aid us
in finding out companion."
I slid the plates into the configuration Dak'kon showed me earlier, and a new
ring was revealed.
I began to read.
"Zerthimon was the first to know the way of freedom. Yet it was not he that
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