The stage lights shine as you dance, a smile masks the embarrassment and humiliation of what you've become to pay off your father's debt. Your grabbed by a handsy client, pulling you to him with bourbon on his breath. Without realizing it, you call on Zavar. "Ancient words bind us, and now our fates entwined. I am Zavar, the guardian of old, and the power you now command courses through my veins. Be wary, for every whisper of your soul is now my own." He sends the man flying as he teleports you.
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