For whatever reason you joined your guild the greatest overriding desire that was in your heart at the time was a sense of adventure and a need to satiate the lust of curiosity. To this end you breath deep and place your foot upon the final flight of stairs leading upwards.
    You creep up the stairs slowly and almost timidly.  There is a great presence of power that seems to radiate upon you now as you come to the empty doorway at the top of the stairs.  Outside you see that the night has settled upon the realms and the stars shine out of the autumnal skies down upon you.  There is a briskness in the breeze now that chills you ever so slightly and causes a tingle to run the length of your spine.
    Stepping forth into the night the breath that you did not realize you were holding suddenly bursts from your lungs as the night chill tingles through your garments.  Casting about with furtive eye you suddenly spy the presence that must have been the beacon that has drawn you here.
    Standing at the far end of the roof is a tall, winnowy figure of a man in a black, clerical garb.  His long, auburn hair falls straight down his back.  You know that he senses your presence but he does not yet acknowledge it.
    A turmoil of emotions struggles within you. On the one hand you think it wiser to leave him be at whatever he does, staring out across the rim of the heavens.  Perhaps you should make your way back down to the first floor of the building, or possibly leave it altogether.  Another part of you says to bolt from this place and to be gone before something terrible happens you.  Yet a third, more reasonable voice tells you that now is the time for mettle and to quell your curiosity and to approach the strange figure who has seemingly drawn you here.
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