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You make your way into the intrepid corridors of the Hall of Man. The dimly lit walls echo with the bounce of your voices.
That statue is totally Menen

: I need to ask, I know that us lycanthropes were deemed unworthy to be allowed into the human city long ago, but why does your entrance boast a statue of both a man and a wolf?

: Well, the elders long ago thought you fur-balls were tainted blood; human but not really human, you know? I don't like it myself, I think you're alright, especially you Geoff, you're my main man. But you know, after the Die of Courage was brought back to the city by The Psychomancer and The Blazing Warrior, politically speaking things started going way downhill...

: The Psychomancer? Blazing Warrior?

: Woah, really? They don't tell you those stories when you're just little pups? Dude, humans know those stories like they happened yesterday. I thought it was the one thing we shared in cultures or something.

: The tribe elders keep the old stories to themselves, you have to be worthy of the knowledge to gain it.

: Ah, well my main fuzzy man, you have just graduated to the school of Virgil, it is time to tell you a story as old as time itself, it's time to tell you the story of...
Your name is Menen, the Psychomancer. You are starring at the gaping mouth of a giant cave system on the outskirts of town, the precipice of an ungodly amount of treasure hidden deep within the realms of its belly. Next to your is your trusty sidekick and best friend all the known universe, Marc (Marcius is his full name) the werewolf. You and him have been through so much together, being a part just feels wrong.
On your person is a sword made from Imagination Ingots, a set of armor and the Tome of Imagination, your field guide to all things psycomancy.