A gust of wind blows the stench of death and decay towards a darkly clad individual standing silently at the gates. Closer inspection of the person would detail his clothing as a fine quality dark grey suit with silver trim and a dark grey jeweled cloak. From behind his hood, anyone close enough to inspect him could make out the features of a handsome young man, though offset by cold grey eyes and a distinct lack of emotion. Coughing into his hand, muttering angrily about the cities apparent disliking of the 'finer' scents, he pulls his hood further over and continues on waiting..

Any whom would ask him of his business in the Risen City would receive a hushed response;

"I wish to speak to The Voice."

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Aoth Nathandem - Wizard of house Tholaunt and chosen of Ma'at.

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