In a dark, damp cellar was burning a single candle, it was all but empty for table with chains which looked strong enough to even hold the strongest person strapped to the table. A figure was lying on the table and another figure in black robes was moving his hands in complex gestures and mumbling in a dark and ancient language, observed by two kneeling figures in brown monk robes each with an pair of small glowing red orbs looking at the black robes man.

"Xajac, Norvo, Hefyil, Piru, Zxial" The figure made the last of the complex gestures and a glow appeared around his white, skeletal hands. The glow enveloped his entire hands for a moment before it flowed down from his hands to the person lying on the table. It screamed, as he should be becouse the person's skin, muscle tissue, organs, blood seemed to be stripped from him. The figure which had performed the spell quickly unfastened his robes and let them fall on the floor and spread his arms wide to accept the flesh and skin from the dying man on the table.

After a few moments the screaming finally ended and on the table was lying an skeleton lookings as if animals had stripped him clean of everything. The figure beside the table looked at his hand, flesh and skin... he hadn't seen that on his hand in a very long while. He balled his fist and laughed out loud. Yes, this would do nicely, with this disguise he could get into Semular and meet with the one who had asked for his presence. He stopped laughing and turned to the kneeling figures observing him, "And now for you my pets, Cane please bring the captured female to me, I would love to see how my pretty Sivrael looks with a disguise that is part human skin and illusion..."

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