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From a swirling Portal of black and blue lightning, strode a tall, cloaked figure. He leaned casually upon a black-handled scythe as if it were a common walking-stick, yet despite his relaxed pose, it was clear he was no idle mind, from the way his eyes kept wary of those nearby.
"Tell me, 'Sages'... To what extent would you go, to regain something dear to you, that had been lost?"
"Tell me, 'Sages'... To what extent would you go, to regain something dear to you, that had been lost?"