The Oracle

The sound of soft slippers coming down the hall caught Karl's attention. An older Troll with pale blue skin and one broken tusk, along with a scarred face and missing eye, made his way into the room.

The Overlords bowed to him, despite his power only being at the Commander Rank.

"The Oracle, I presume? My name is Karl. It is a pleasure to meet you."

The old Troll smiled at Karl.

"I sensed that the interview was only going to go in circles, and I have little time for questions today. I must watch the borders for attacks." The old troll wheezed.

"Would you like me to ask the Dragon Clerics to help you with your healing? Trollish Regeneration is good, but it's not almighty, and the clerics can help with most wounds." Karl replied.

The Oracle waved off his concerns. "It's a side effect of my ability. It will heal slowly, then return as I look out into the world for dangers.

So, let's get right to business.