Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150715181657/@comment-5543592-20150720153026

"What seems to be the trouble, my good man?" Asked Scire as he approached. His eyes washed over the man, trying to figure out his problem. His ability was similar in effect to detect life in that it could tell of hostile intentions, except it only worked in a limited range. Scire also found it profoundly annoying at times, since everyone always seemed to have a certain aura about them. But it was Ashland magic, akin to the Ghost Snake of the Mabrigash, and thus was apperently a great gift. Or so Scire had been told.