This ageless woman in the dusty robes is Alethea. Only her eyes give any indication of her age and they speak of many long nights peering into the bared souls of the desperate.
You chant, 'magius is iseio'.
You peer intently for magical auras..
Alethea appears to be surrounded by:
A definate aura of human and it's permanent.
Womple on little frog, womple on.
You call upon the gods to help you detect the alignment of Alethea.
You feel that Alethea is morally angelic.
Is neutral to raisa.
Is neutral to none.
Is a follower of none.
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Alethea says: Cross my palm with a crow token and we will see.
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