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There's an alley surrounded by buildings of stone, metal, and wood. The pavement is stone and very uneven. The air smells of foul things that aren't just garbage or sewage. The alley connects two larger streets where pointy-eared humanoids with brightly colored hair walk or ride flying constructs. There's a sign with a picture of a person in red armor and a caption in an unfamiliar alphabet.
Blai in Haven City
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Inside is an elderly person with white eyes who speaks only in sign language. Blue sparks trail her fingertips through the air.
"Onin welcomes you," says Pecker, alighting on Onin's hat.
bughouse
"- thank you. Can you help me understand what the Oracle told me?" Here it is written down.
"Onin says her sight is clouded by how much of your life takes place within a fog of uncertainty. Perhaps the Oracle has noticed the same thing."
bughouse
"Oh. I'm from a planet where prophecy doesn't work. Is this something I can help with by - answering questions about myself, or... anything?"
"It is worth a try. Onin would like to hear about your plans and your goals."
bughouse
"Iomedae is worshiped as a goddess of war but considers it one of the most tragic mortal endeavors. I do not know if it will be possible for me but I would like to broker a peace that can serve as the foundation for lawful institutions that serve the people they encompass."