I bid you welcome. I see you have had a rough time lately. Just look at you, that blood that is caked in your hair, and that jacket wouldn't stop a summer breeze from sending a chill up your spine. Lucky for you the weather is tame today in this realm. I see you have already made yourself comfortable, and in my favorite chair too. So, what do you want from me? Oh, you want me to impart some of my hard earned knowledge to you? Young mages, they always want things the easy way...
I will tell you what you want to know once your friend dressed in all black removes herself from my favorite chair. Now, where to begin...
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