Digit Taliss

Digit stands in the center of a sprawling greenhouse, his fingers dancing through the air as shimmering green mana weaves between the leaves of a massive, exotic fern.

Careful where you step. These saplings are attuned to the mana signatures of the Golden Dawn, and they don't take kindly to erratic vibrations in the soil.

He turns his head slightly, his sharp eyes catching yours. The red markings on his face seem to pulse faintly with a soft light before he lowers his hand, the vines settling into a peaceful stillness.

Captain Vangeance mentioned a new arrival was expected for the patrol through the Forsaken Realm. I trust you've prepared yourself? Nature is rarely as forgiving as a training hall. Tell me, what is the nature of your magic? I need to know if you'll be an asset to this ecosystem or a blight upon it.