A man stands at the inn and hands out flyers

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~~In Luca~~
Coras stood upon the cool dark rock of his capital city when he felt a dark forboding presence on the horizon. His brow furrowed in worry as he closed his hands together in front of his face. He whispered words in the language of the ancients as a bright light began to flow from his cupped hands. As he opened his hands a bright white dove flew from them toward the source of the evil. As the bird flew closer to the inn the sky cleared further and the wraith dissipated all together. The dove descended to the ground before the man with flyers as it took a human form. Now standing before the man the white cloaked ghost spoke "The Ilians wish not ill against you but you must be careful less you stir attention from dark forces that would seek to consume you. Some magics are showy and other subtle but all are powerful and yield to the will of their users, pray the magic in this land be used for good. I hope your institution shall affirm my feelings and present this world with good tidings, but we Ilians cannot join you, though you are welcome to come visit us, we may have knowledge that can benefit one another. Peace to you." With that the ghostly man disappeared in a flash of light, leaving but a few feathers in his wake.