[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[Poor Sion. It's a nice castle, but it looks like of fuzzy on the details, like a picture made by someone who hasn't seen it many times. The front doors are locked but the servant's entrance to the side is open.]
Re: smoke and mirrors
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Re: smoke and mirrors
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