compass. all courts. ( video )

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[ The woman that stares into the locket has dark eyes, wide and sure as she gazes deep into the feed, leaning forward to press almost too close before she speaks. It's almost too obvious how new this to her, and her discomfort with such a public broadcast is just as obvious - but needs must, as some say. Her voice is low and a little hoarse, head tilted as she begins with a soft prayer to Death and the Lord, a calling card to introduce both herself and what she intends to speak about. ]

Those that do not fear Death nor it's course; heed me. I come before you to offer myself tutor, a gift, to give my talents to you so that you might survive in this world, with ages past now a beacon to light the way to the future that once was. Those that seek to learn the gifts of blood magic, of poison and potion, of ritual, speak to me now and we shall bargain. 

[ There's a pause, then, silence, before she bows her head. ]

I would learn magics of Far Worlds, their strengths, their powers. If you have that to offer, let it be said. I will give what I might in return.

[ Because fair trade has always been far too important to her, even now in the middle of a world she had only known through history books. ]