"Of course we have put thought into helping you. Every Guild member deserves to have the very best possible class options. There's no point in having people sacrifice their future to poor class choices when we could be helping them into a more suitable path." Cain explains, and Cyrene pulls them both into a big group hug, rubbing her face and furry ears on the feathers of Misha's wings.
"Thank your so much. I can't wait to see what you come up with. I've put points into everything I thought might be relevant in the future, but without being able to see the outcome of my own choices, I'm just guessing.
"Is there something you'd like to be? Like an advisor, or maybe a magical class? I can grant you one ability or spell, but it will change your body, or I can change you much more and try to have your body match a class." Cain explains.
"Yes, I've had a vision of you changing one of the Inscriptionists at the palace. They seemed happy. Does it affect the mind?"
