Sup, he states casually looking at you. My name is Aveil- ergh. I know how Regalians are. He straightens his posture, flexing his forearms. You know how much stress it causes me, to know that I can't use the divinely given powers given to me in this... City of 'Light'. I say, the light can be blinding. I say, that light can be ignorant. But my Light, the Exist's light.

This 'City of Light' that has suppressed magic, surely, I don't care of the consequences, the Realm of Existence is the only pathway to power, and the protection of this world, whether by good or evil. Aveilen. He finishes with a huff, and a scoff; crossing his arms.

What would you like to discuss? I have all the time in the world being a loner in this broken city.