Head of Prophecy

You don the garments of Prophecy, <class>. I can feel its light, yet it seems rather dim. Perhaps the ones you carry are not suited for the tasks you are willing to perform.

<Melus hums for a few seconds.>

Hand it here and tell me, is it the shadows you seek?

These garments seem to suit your true nature far better. Be mindful of the power you possess, <class>.

Choose carefully, your decision is final.