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− | |Width= | + | ! [[Melhed/Agyrian Academy| Agyrain Academy Library]] - [[Ancient Scroll/ActII SceneIII|Vault of Silantin Reliquary]] |
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− | |Content=The expansive Agyrian Academy | + | |Content=The expansive Agyrian Academy stretching out before the motley crew is almost impossible to comprehend. A sprawling complex by the sea, the grand buildings house an army of scholars and uncountable books. One could spend days just walking about, and no doubt years uncovering the unknown, for no where else in all of [[Beluaterra]] could you find a larger collection. Yet Nerta's company pass mysteries and wonders without giving them pause, for they have an unseen guide down twisting halls. |
− | As the party | + | As the party enter a reliquary deep within the complex an old librarian halts them with questions, whose answers he is ill prepared to receive. A short exchange later the man scampers off, leaving the group to move deeper past relics of bygone ages. |
− | Soon they | + | Soon they stand before a massive stone table littered with books and pages of chaotic research. The scene was lit with braziers of violet flame that flicker and cast deep shadows along with their pale light. The silence was heavy in the soft darkness, leaving them to wait until the nervous librarian returns with a mirror to once again reveal the [[Unti_Family/Aldo|scholar-king of old.]] |
− | He | + | He stands there before the strange stone table, his expression wistful as the ethereal hand passed through the pages scattered atop. Realizing he is visible once more, thanks to the librarian’s gasp, Aldo straightens and offers a wane smile. |
− | “These halls are more familiar to me than the back of my own hand…” For a fleeting instant the old specter seems to feel his age, his corpus growing faint | + | “These halls are more familiar to me than the back of my own hand…” For a fleeting instant the old specter seems to feel his age, his corpus growing faint and features blurring, but he pushes aside the regrets and sharpens once more. “For you all to understand what must be done you need a bit of context.” |
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|Content=“Long ago the Gods fought with Dragons for control of the world. The Gods won, but at a terrible cost. The Gods quickly learned that Dragons could not be destroyed for they are,” he paused as though searching for words, “necessary. Necessary but problematic, and so they were cast into the void and contained in part with their own power.” | |Content=“Long ago the Gods fought with Dragons for control of the world. The Gods won, but at a terrible cost. The Gods quickly learned that Dragons could not be destroyed for they are,” he paused as though searching for words, “necessary. Necessary but problematic, and so they were cast into the void and contained in part with their own power.” | ||
Drifting around the table the ghost sighs, “It was a foolish plan to be sure, but the Gods were young and certain of their strength. By the time they realized there were cracks in the prison it was too late, some of the lesser Dragons had slipped free and found hosts to manifest: We have known them as Daimons, but they are dragon-kin.” | Drifting around the table the ghost sighs, “It was a foolish plan to be sure, but the Gods were young and certain of their strength. By the time they realized there were cracks in the prison it was too late, some of the lesser Dragons had slipped free and found hosts to manifest: We have known them as Daimons, but they are dragon-kin.” | ||
− | + | “Those who slip from the prison have a simple task, to free the others. Thankfully many of the daimons are thwarted even before they begin, most often by their own delight at once again returning to life." The old ghost can't help a wry smile. "Being dead isn't much fun, I can assure you. Anyway still others are sent back, most often by the Children of the [[Old Gods]], but occasionally humanity helps. Unfortunately despite it all the dragon-kin have nearly succeeded.” | |
− | + | The spectre glances to Nerta. “Do you remember when we first saw the [[Agyr/Imperial/Eternal Flame|Eternal Flame?]] How small it seemed? That flame does many things but among them is to burn off excess power from the Dragon’s prison. That the flame gutters and fades says there is little to spare. All because of the Blight.” | |
“The prison is powered by ley lines, veins of energy that flow through the earth. Dragon Blood, as they are called in the texts. But the Blight swallowed many of the loci, the junctions in that web, sending them to the other world and weakening the network of power.” | “The prison is powered by ley lines, veins of energy that flow through the earth. Dragon Blood, as they are called in the texts. But the Blight swallowed many of the loci, the junctions in that web, sending them to the other world and weakening the network of power.” | ||
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Raising a hand to forestall questions a bit longer Aldo presses on, “I know all this for the same reason I am here: back when I was alive I stole the knowledge from the Gods. The Third Invasion brought the Daimons to Beluaterra and the agents of the Gods tried everything to stop them. They were dark times with humanity divided, those who wished to stop the Daimons and those who wished to help them. Or at least save their own skin.” | Raising a hand to forestall questions a bit longer Aldo presses on, “I know all this for the same reason I am here: back when I was alive I stole the knowledge from the Gods. The Third Invasion brought the Daimons to Beluaterra and the agents of the Gods tried everything to stop them. They were dark times with humanity divided, those who wished to stop the Daimons and those who wished to help them. Or at least save their own skin.” | ||
− | His hands | + | His hands clench even as he broods at the table. “I had been given a [[Ancient_Scroll|scroll]], a map, by an agent of the Gods but I could not read it despite knowing a multitude of tongues. And so I risked it all to find this table which can translate anything into the tongue of beasts and once it was done…” he runs a hand through his hair, “Once it was done I left the Republic on pilgrimage to the Roof of the World. I followed the secret roads and hidden ways to the home of the Dark Mistress and stole her [[Ancient_Scroll/ActIII|books.]]” |
“I gained much knowledge that day: Knowledge of what the Gods had done; knowledge of what might come to pass, and now that it has; knowledge of how to fix it.” | “I gained much knowledge that day: Knowledge of what the Gods had done; knowledge of what might come to pass, and now that it has; knowledge of how to fix it.” | ||
− | “We must collect the Dragon Tears, | + | “We must collect the Dragon Tears, called portal stones by most; follow the maps contained in the stolen books and uncover the remaining loci. Once we have done that we must then restore the network through arcane rituals that we must yet devise.” Smiling faintly the ghost spreads his hands. “Or you know, do nothing and let humanity be crushed under the talon of the dragon once again.” |
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− | "Saving the Gods and humanity from a foe even greater than the Daimons, by a ritual we know nothing about, using power we do not have, in locations we cannot control. | + | "Saving the Gods and humanity from a foe even greater than the Daimons, by a ritual we know nothing about, using power we do not have, in locations we cannot control. An impossible task." |
Jacinda's lips quirked into a wry smile. | Jacinda's lips quirked into a wry smile. | ||
− | "But so is killing every necromancer on the continent, and I swore to that readily enough. | + | "But so is killing every necromancer on the continent, and I swore to that readily enough. Though I suppose the Dragons will do it for me if we fail, so at least there is that." |
− | She drew her favourite sword, short with a wicked hilt nearly as deadly as the blade, and held it in front of her. | + | She drew her favourite sword, short with a wicked hilt nearly as deadly as the blade, and held it in front of her. And while her grin remains, her eyes are serious. |
"I believe the only thing left to say is this: You have my sword." | "I believe the only thing left to say is this: You have my sword." | ||
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− | + | They'd plunged into the old Valentic Catacombs to save one woman, and lost Kevan for their trouble. Yet now the Old Man wanted to save the world? They couldn't even best the malignant servant of the Crystal Maiden that yet lingers in the dark. | |
− | + | Jacinda's wicked blade dropping from her salute, Nerta steps in to lean on the table. "Don't let the Old Man's theatrics fool you into thinking this is some bard's tale Jacinda. Saving the land, slaying dragons? We can barely protect a few souls from the horrors of the world." | |
− | The specter in the mirror flickers a moment, his expression annoyed | + | The specter in the mirror flickers a moment, his expression annoyed. "As I told you yesterday, the shamblers in the catacombs are siphoning power from the ley lines. That is why they moved with such vigor and if you do nothing such occurrences will only increase." |
− | Despite the dark portent Nerta hardly seems moved | + | Despite the dark portent Nerta hardly seems moved. “And as I told you Old Man, it's bad enough I have to be sacrificed for this fool quest of yours, leave the others out of it.” |
“Do not talk to me about sacrifice, girl. Everything and everyone I ever cared for is dead. '''I’m dead.''' All so we might have the slimmest chances to avert this apocalypse.” | “Do not talk to me about sacrifice, girl. Everything and everyone I ever cared for is dead. '''I’m dead.''' All so we might have the slimmest chances to avert this apocalypse.” | ||
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"Stop your self-aggrandizing, you relic. You found a way to cheat death because you thought these people couldn't save themselves without you. I may be a Weaver but you are the spider here. Now you'll throw Jacinda to the wolves all to fulfill some mad quest." | "Stop your self-aggrandizing, you relic. You found a way to cheat death because you thought these people couldn't save themselves without you. I may be a Weaver but you are the spider here. Now you'll throw Jacinda to the wolves all to fulfill some mad quest." | ||
− | The specter sighs, "We both know your | + | The specter sighs, "We both know your gruff disinterest in the suffering of others is a lie. You may have started that way but you've thrown yourself into the jaws of death to help others without prompting often enough. Even now, you've not said no, only asked that we handle it alone. Well too bad, it's not your choice or mine. They're here because they know something is wrong, and that someone must fix it." |
Moving out of view for a moment the specter does something only Nerta can see before stepping back into the frame, "Jacinda, I pointed out some books that will be useful, hopefully you'll get them in a second. They're journals of mine from when I took a trip to the Roof of the World to steal from the Gods. Some of the pit falls, traps, and creatures that you might run into. I'm sending you that way because I am almost certain that there is a locus somewhere in the mountains but we need to find it. We also need to find eight Dragon Tears, but with any luck one will lead to the other." | Moving out of view for a moment the specter does something only Nerta can see before stepping back into the frame, "Jacinda, I pointed out some books that will be useful, hopefully you'll get them in a second. They're journals of mine from when I took a trip to the Roof of the World to steal from the Gods. Some of the pit falls, traps, and creatures that you might run into. I'm sending you that way because I am almost certain that there is a locus somewhere in the mountains but we need to find it. We also need to find eight Dragon Tears, but with any luck one will lead to the other." | ||
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|Content=The Wren sat atop a pile of dusty books on a chair in the deep library, crouched with her soft-booted feet tucked up under her as usual. She listened with wide saucer-eyes as the Old Man--Aldo, she corrected herself--described his past life and delved into the depths of the lore she had been steeped in as a young one. They were familiar tales to nod along to until they weren't. He went further into stories she had not heard, of darkness and Dragon Blood, of stealing from the web. Her heart jumped when he mentioned that he had visited the Roof of the World, had stolen from the Gods. Trills of fear cooled the sense of purpose that she had been feeling. This was not Undead, this was their Masters. And the Life Bringer would smile upon the Wren and her friends for their efforts, if they survived. There were many other possible paths that her mind's eye saw vividly; many bleak and terrible futures. Were they alone to confront this threat in the name of the World and Gods? | |Content=The Wren sat atop a pile of dusty books on a chair in the deep library, crouched with her soft-booted feet tucked up under her as usual. She listened with wide saucer-eyes as the Old Man--Aldo, she corrected herself--described his past life and delved into the depths of the lore she had been steeped in as a young one. They were familiar tales to nod along to until they weren't. He went further into stories she had not heard, of darkness and Dragon Blood, of stealing from the web. Her heart jumped when he mentioned that he had visited the Roof of the World, had stolen from the Gods. Trills of fear cooled the sense of purpose that she had been feeling. This was not Undead, this was their Masters. And the Life Bringer would smile upon the Wren and her friends for their efforts, if they survived. There were many other possible paths that her mind's eye saw vividly; many bleak and terrible futures. Were they alone to confront this threat in the name of the World and Gods? | ||
− | As her new friends and fellows began to pledge to his quest, the Wren's quick-blinking eyes went to Nerta. Her friend, the one like her. Nerta was suited to the web. Did she guess it? Would she need her feathered friend? | + | As her new friends and fellows began to pledge to his quest, the Wren's quick-blinking eyes went to Nerta. Her friend, the one like her. Nerta was suited to the web. Did she guess it? Would she need her feathered friend? Yet what of fallen Kevan? Would he have stayed, and help? She wondered about his quest. The others, Jass- and Jet, they were strong. Decisions made fast. Good to travel with. How would the Wren help? |
"I can read," Wren chirruped from her perch, her eyes fixed back on her friend Nerta, "and travel swift, can fight. I want to help friend Nerta, most. I want to help Old Aldo. I know Blight. And maybe..." | "I can read," Wren chirruped from her perch, her eyes fixed back on her friend Nerta, "and travel swift, can fight. I want to help friend Nerta, most. I want to help Old Aldo. I know Blight. And maybe..." | ||
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− | Nerta exhales slowly, her eyes too hot, and just stares at Jacinda. So long as the | + | Nerta exhales slowly, her eyes too hot, and just stares at Jacinda. So long as the mad woman drew breath she would fight. She would fight for peace, for the hopes and dreams of others; for the life she never got. |
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“So you’ll do this then.” It was not a question. “We’ll need to be lucky.” Plucking the battered volume from the shelf, Nerta moves to pass it up to Wren, “Let’s get ready then, we have a long road to the mountains.” Gaze sweeping back around to the Old Man, Nerta sighs, “At least I’ll get to go home, for a short time anyway.” | “So you’ll do this then.” It was not a question. “We’ll need to be lucky.” Plucking the battered volume from the shelf, Nerta moves to pass it up to Wren, “Let’s get ready then, we have a long road to the mountains.” Gaze sweeping back around to the Old Man, Nerta sighs, “At least I’ll get to go home, for a short time anyway.” | ||
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|Content=Standing on the foredeck of the Dawn Rider, Ryosuke Guile stands with his hands clasped behind his back, his white hair blowing gently in the pre-dawn stillness. Wearing a heavy cloak over his black and green robes, he has more the aura of a scholar than a battle-hardened cavalier. Looking forward, he sees the imposing cliffs and towering silhouette of Agyr City’s Imperial Palace looming on the horizon. Whistles and cries abound across the ship as the sailors begin preparations for final approach, using their signal lanterns in a codified way to notify the Agyrian Harbourmaster that they come in peace, and for non-mercantile purposes. | |Content=Standing on the foredeck of the Dawn Rider, Ryosuke Guile stands with his hands clasped behind his back, his white hair blowing gently in the pre-dawn stillness. Wearing a heavy cloak over his black and green robes, he has more the aura of a scholar than a battle-hardened cavalier. Looking forward, he sees the imposing cliffs and towering silhouette of Agyr City’s Imperial Palace looming on the horizon. Whistles and cries abound across the ship as the sailors begin preparations for final approach, using their signal lanterns in a codified way to notify the Agyrian Harbourmaster that they come in peace, and for non-mercantile purposes. | ||
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|Content=Waking from his stupor in front of the elaborate gates leading into the Academy complex, Ryosuke finds himself tremoring slightly as he catches his breath. A small age seemed to pass before his eyes as he gazes across the grounds, seeing things in the nighttime mists that befuddle and confuse him. Shaking his head to clear the phantoms from his vision, Ryosuke draws the small black buckler that hangs on his back and places it on his left arm. As soon as he finds his grip within the enarmes, the mists around him seem to dissolve and a clear trail is lined up ahead of him. | |Content=Waking from his stupor in front of the elaborate gates leading into the Academy complex, Ryosuke finds himself tremoring slightly as he catches his breath. A small age seemed to pass before his eyes as he gazes across the grounds, seeing things in the nighttime mists that befuddle and confuse him. Shaking his head to clear the phantoms from his vision, Ryosuke draws the small black buckler that hangs on his back and places it on his left arm. As soon as he finds his grip within the enarmes, the mists around him seem to dissolve and a clear trail is lined up ahead of him. | ||
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The fabled stone table dominated the small reliquary, dividing the group from the new arrival. As the flames gutter and dance the Old Man arches a brow while Nerta twists about and slips her spear into her hand to eye the fading twilight. Finding the darkness to become a man she tenses, “Who are you stranger?” | The fabled stone table dominated the small reliquary, dividing the group from the new arrival. As the flames gutter and dance the Old Man arches a brow while Nerta twists about and slips her spear into her hand to eye the fading twilight. Finding the darkness to become a man she tenses, “Who are you stranger?” | ||
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|Content=Slipping his hand free of his buckler, Ryosuke takes a single half-step forward and places his right fist against his open left palm as he bows before the assembled people in the room. The light from the nearby flames revealing a white haired man, clean shaven, and wearing a heavy black cloak over green and black silk robes, with a heavy golden chain pinned with silver fox-heads clasping his cloak at his neck. Putting his shield away quickly, he speaks to the woman who had addressed him. | |Content=Slipping his hand free of his buckler, Ryosuke takes a single half-step forward and places his right fist against his open left palm as he bows before the assembled people in the room. The light from the nearby flames revealing a white haired man, clean shaven, and wearing a heavy black cloak over green and black silk robes, with a heavy golden chain pinned with silver fox-heads clasping his cloak at his neck. Putting his shield away quickly, he speaks to the woman who had addressed him. | ||
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|Content=The slight, birdlike woman stretches up on tiptoe to see the newcomer, her small pointed face appearing over Nerta's shoulder. Her round eyes widen at the Baron's splendidly-dressed appearance, and habitual suspicion creeps into her expression. She glances around at the collected adventuring party, all watching the new arrival with various surprised reactions, and attempts to find Aldo in the mirror. The Old Man, too, is quietly pondering the arrival. They would find out soon enough what this man's true intent was. Without guidance from the others, and feeling impatient to get along with their terrifying quest, Wren decides to move. | |Content=The slight, birdlike woman stretches up on tiptoe to see the newcomer, her small pointed face appearing over Nerta's shoulder. Her round eyes widen at the Baron's splendidly-dressed appearance, and habitual suspicion creeps into her expression. She glances around at the collected adventuring party, all watching the new arrival with various surprised reactions, and attempts to find Aldo in the mirror. The Old Man, too, is quietly pondering the arrival. They would find out soon enough what this man's true intent was. Without guidance from the others, and feeling impatient to get along with their terrifying quest, Wren decides to move. | ||
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|Content=“Well met! Should I call you ‘Wren’, or would you prefer ‘the Wren’? It is a fascinating sobriquet, and one with quite a tale I imagine.” Ryosuke says in his lilting voice as he bows slightly to the curtsying woman with the birdlike appearance. | |Content=“Well met! Should I call you ‘Wren’, or would you prefer ‘the Wren’? It is a fascinating sobriquet, and one with quite a tale I imagine.” Ryosuke says in his lilting voice as he bows slightly to the curtsying woman with the birdlike appearance. | ||
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|Content=Raising one eyebrow questioningly at the muscular and heavily-armed woman as she speaks, Ryosuke nods his head gently to her question, setting his white locks tumbling around his face. | |Content=Raising one eyebrow questioningly at the muscular and heavily-armed woman as she speaks, Ryosuke nods his head gently to her question, setting his white locks tumbling around his face. | ||
”I did not know I would find anyone here, Good Jacinda. Nor was I particularly looking for anyone to be here beyond the docents and book-keepers. Such places have usually been abandoned to my fellow scholars and the scribes, in my experiences... the Gods know that the libraries of Irondale are empty of people these days... As to how I came by this particular place, it veritably shines like a beacon to those who have the luxury of excessive study. I went through every tome in Firbalt, Heen, and Gethsemene... none could explain, nor begin to touch on the matter of the Arcane ‘web’.” Ryosuke explains, calmly holding his hands together behind his back and making eye contact with each person in the room as he speaks. | ”I did not know I would find anyone here, Good Jacinda. Nor was I particularly looking for anyone to be here beyond the docents and book-keepers. Such places have usually been abandoned to my fellow scholars and the scribes, in my experiences... the Gods know that the libraries of Irondale are empty of people these days... As to how I came by this particular place, it veritably shines like a beacon to those who have the luxury of excessive study. I went through every tome in Firbalt, Heen, and Gethsemene... none could explain, nor begin to touch on the matter of the Arcane ‘web’.” Ryosuke explains, calmly holding his hands together behind his back and making eye contact with each person in the room as he speaks. | ||
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“That left me with only two options.... come to the Agyrian Academy to look for information or travel to the nexus points myself and see if, and possibly how, they have been tampered with. That is my plan after I leave Agyr, anyway. But upon arriving at the Eternal Flame and seeing its wavering strength, it was as though I had been roped and dragged to this particular reliquary. I know not the how of it, and imagine a geas has been placed upon me...” he trails off, thinking back to the imperative that overtook him when he entered the city of Agyr itself. | “That left me with only two options.... come to the Agyrian Academy to look for information or travel to the nexus points myself and see if, and possibly how, they have been tampered with. That is my plan after I leave Agyr, anyway. But upon arriving at the Eternal Flame and seeing its wavering strength, it was as though I had been roped and dragged to this particular reliquary. I know not the how of it, and imagine a geas has been placed upon me...” he trails off, thinking back to the imperative that overtook him when he entered the city of Agyr itself. | ||
“Enough of me. What of you all? Be you friends or foes of the Arcane? What brought you to this holding place of legends, lore, and dangerous information? For all I know, you have ill intent and intend to rob the Academy. I have answered your questions, repeatedly and amicably, and courtesy dictates a return in kind.” Ryosuke says, the gentleness in his voice fading and turning to a frigid and perilous tone. His eyes begin to show the colour scarlet taking over in large quantities, smothering the wisps of other colours in his broken-iris eyes. | “Enough of me. What of you all? Be you friends or foes of the Arcane? What brought you to this holding place of legends, lore, and dangerous information? For all I know, you have ill intent and intend to rob the Academy. I have answered your questions, repeatedly and amicably, and courtesy dictates a return in kind.” Ryosuke says, the gentleness in his voice fading and turning to a frigid and perilous tone. His eyes begin to show the colour scarlet taking over in large quantities, smothering the wisps of other colours in his broken-iris eyes. | ||
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|Sender=Nerta the Weaver | |Sender=Nerta the Weaver | ||
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|Content=The Old Man’s enigmatic expression remains difficult to read all throughout the exchange. There is clearly a sense of mirth to it but there is something more as well, perhaps a familiar sadness? | |Content=The Old Man’s enigmatic expression remains difficult to read all throughout the exchange. There is clearly a sense of mirth to it but there is something more as well, perhaps a familiar sadness? | ||
As the stranger puffs up his chest the ethereal words call from the mirror, “A fine show sir, you are fit for the stage. But herein is the puzzle: Are you the last samurai assembled for the quest, or a sinister sorcerer on the hunt for power. I have my guess…” Trailing off the specter chuckles, “But as to your question: you’re late to the party, I just explained this.” | As the stranger puffs up his chest the ethereal words call from the mirror, “A fine show sir, you are fit for the stage. But herein is the puzzle: Are you the last samurai assembled for the quest, or a sinister sorcerer on the hunt for power. I have my guess…” Trailing off the specter chuckles, “But as to your question: you’re late to the party, I just explained this.” | ||
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|Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | |Title= [[Melhed/Foederati|Foederati]] | ||
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|Content=Listening intently to the spectre in the looking glass, Ryosuke keeps his expression neutral as he absorbs the words offered. | |Content=Listening intently to the spectre in the looking glass, Ryosuke keeps his expression neutral as he absorbs the words offered. | ||
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