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Beware the almighty 'Seer' who wanders the Murim. He sees all and knows all. The seer can predict the future and his predictions have never before been wrong. Those who heed his advice may be given a second chance while all other choices lead to doom. The seer's words are absolute.
How might you recognize him you ask...?
There have been rumors of this man who wears all black. He wears from a Black Hermit Hat to black robes draped with thin black silk. And his eyes shine a clean crimson glare when provoked. He also carries a Demonic Black Sword. And if the rumors are to be believed he is actually quite young.

Murim Is Cringe

"Is this how the Jaegals treat their guests... or is it just you guys?" the Seer spoke in a threatening and monotonous tone.

"Do you really wanna go there?" Gen Wen replied, his tone equally threatening.

"Oh yes, let's go there," the Seer replied, his voice increasingly menacing.

"You do not want to," Gen Wen retaliated all the same.

"Hey guys, look! Master Gen Wen and the Seer are fighting!"

The crowd that the Seer so painstakingly got out of was there once again, surrounding the Seer. But that did not matter, not now or... perhaps it did, for what was supposed to be a fight fought with swords and fists had to take a much different route. After all, the Jaegals would not want to spoil such a bright and beautiful day.

"If you really want to do this, let's do it," Gen Wen challenged.

"It's your home turf, why don't you go first, pubescent mutt?" the Seer retorted.

"Ooooooooooooo," murmured the crowd.

Poetry BATTLE!