[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...]
[You go that way, your charge following behind. As you head down the hill, the scenery begins to blur, and you suddenly find yourself somewhere else, and yet another shade more faded.]
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[since when? He's not the type to help other people you know.]
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[priorities]
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[But he's tired!! :( But. You still have a door, a gate, and reflections to investigate.]
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