As she sat down, she looked at both of us. Her eyes were intense, intelligent ... a little intimidating. I felt like my soul was opened for her to study and pick through. I was getting uncomfortable with the silence and was about to speak up when she leaned back in her chair and smiled, visibly relaxing. And just like that I felt sure that everything was okay.

"I'm so glad that you came." She pointedly looked at Kaldes, "Both of you."

"Well ... Thanks" I said. I held up the letter. "So what does this mean." I wasn't trying to be rude, but I was somewhat impatient at the moment.

She was nonplussed by my question and started to explain.

"There are people in this world that can wield a very special kind of magic. A magic that centers around the powers of the mind to alter reality, see the future, protect one's self, and even use as a weapon. This power is called Psionics.

"Many years ago, toward the end of the Time of Troubles, those who showed any "unnatural" ability, including Psionics, were nearly wiped out by those who didn't understand or didn't care to understand that being different was not a threat and certainly wasn't necessarily part of the dark magic that was so prevalent at the time. As a result, the surviving Psions were forced to adopt a nomadic lifestyle, roaming from place to place trying not to draw attention to themselves. Over the years, though, groups of them have secretly gathered in many cities across Faerun. Zazesspur is no exception.

"However, there are some who are still bitter about their or their families treatment during the Dark Times. They have secretly gathered in power and organization, and will soon be ready to release that

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