This city... steeped in a spell that blinds its citizens to what is truly going on around them... the horrible slaughters by nobleslooking for blood sport... the protection money seemingly taken by mobsters who were in fact guards disguised by the spell. Bryant North was, for some reason, immune to this illusury spell and saw the truth of the world. He would bring down this corrupt Empire if it was the last thing he did... but he needed help. Help that, due to the illusion, would most likely never come. He did manage to find a necklace with an enchantment on it that would break the illusion on somebody permanantly... but it only would work once. He needed to be very careful about who he gave it to. That was why he was on his way to a free clinic in the slums.
A skilled healer worked there... someone he believed would be helpful since he had no skill in the healing arts. As he approached the small clinic he noticed a few guards harassing the brothel girls next door, the illusion appearing as a transparent film around them to him. Deciding to ignore them for now he stepped into the clinic, his cover for coming here was to aquire some healing salves and he would pay for them with the necklace which was made of gold and rubies... unfortunately this whole plan hinged on the healer putting the necklace on.
"Hello?" He called out as he walked in "Is their anyone here?"