Re: (Hirsu) The Balanced Realm of Elan
Back through the alleys, the markets, the squares, the throngs.. the entered a small, derelict building on the frontiers of the city, almost overrun with green growth. Sitting enigmatically in the corner, smoking herbs from a long, ornate pipe, was their man - old, but not ancient, a little weathered, with wise eyes.
"Ah," said the man. "He who walks with us - and the shaman king. Welcome, welcome.."