Skorin Frey
He is an accomplished healer/necromancer/combat mage/Tome reader.
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Description

His staff has no power unless wielded by him.
Same as his sword.
Skorin Frey sat quietly at a booth. He had nothing to do, so he spread some books, and potions, and the like on his table. He then placed a small sign on the table, "healing/tome readings/necromancy/enchanted item creation available here" he smiled beneath his piece of cloak that covered his mouth.
Skorin Frey ran over to Bug, "may I help you, ma'am?" he asked, looking at the child.
Skorin Frey looked at the boy for a moment, "you, killed him?" he asked, looking up at her, his eyes looking angry. He did not like people who killed children. He held out his arms for her to hand him the boy.
Skorin Frey took the child over to a table, and placed his hands over him. Small light blue tendrils slowly moved down like ropes to the boys forehead, and chest. He observed some vital signs, and made his conclusion. "It appears as though he may just be unconscious, I don't think he's in a Coma, or dead." he said, bringing his tendrils back up into his hands. He then crossed his arms, "I think he just needs time." he said, blinking a few times.
Skorin Frey entered the bar slowly, as he had only been here once before, and didn't know what to expect. He walked over to the counter, and took a seat.
Skorin Frey took out a tome, and sat it on the counter. Thin blue veins slid from his right hand, and went into the tome, absorbing the information within. He then placed it back into his pack, and and leaned forward. He motioned for a bartender, and then waited.
Skorin Frey looks up at Assassin, and stared at him for a moment. He then looked back down at his hands.
Skorin Frey turned slowly towards Sir Tempest, "may I help you?" he asked, repairing his tome with a flick of his hand