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[h3]Duchy of Pelgaid, secluded pond[/h3]
Gerald scratched his chin thoughtfully, looking at the Grand Master through narrowed eyes as he listened to Jillian and the demon’s conversation, which appeared to have taken a new turn entirely. A lot of very interesting things came up, and the greedy scholar eagerly latched on to, memorized and began analyzing every new piece of information that came out of this incredibly dangerous fraternization.
The main thing to be mentioned was the fact that the Grand Master’s arrival in Reniam had indeed been more than just myth and allegory, but according to the creature himself apparently entailed a very literal arrival to the world by plummeting from the sky... or, at the very least, materializing while maintaining some kind of prior velocity. The most intriguing part of this was of course the mention of another world, one which the Ancient One originated from and which was presumably even older than Reniam, and which he possessed artifacts from. The other thing, which was still quite fascinating to the necromancer, was the immense power it must have taken the Grand Master to cross Stupor like that. While Stupor itself was inherently unknowable and impossible to navigate and thus impossible to determine how long it would take to cross it or how much power would be involved, the Grand Master’s arrival offered a previously unfamiliar hint as to how much he had used, at least. If Center Lake was really a remnant of the crater after his impacting with Reniam... Center Lake was more than 250 miles wide. It was [I]massive[/I]. And judging by the slope of the coasts, it was probably not too far-fetched to estimate that it might be nearly two miles deep at its deepest. The power required to produce an impact like that was staggering... as was the fact that the Grand Master had been able to reconstitute himself afterward. Would he have been anchored to Reniam upon arrival so that he could afford dying there, or would doing so have returned him to his original world? Had he [I]survived[/I]? Impossible...

“My interest? You mean beyond the fact that you obviously can’t swim here and would probably have to undo the seal in order to enter the Skull Tower?” the Grand Master chuckled, apparently seeing no need to hide what was a fairly transparent intent behind the suggestion anyways. “I have been locked away in here for thousands of years, Jillian, trapped in this tower of mine with but a handful of my closest servants to keep me company. Even with the occasional mortal contacting me to make a contract with me, it gets unfathomably [I]boring[/I]. Saying that I’ve gotten stir-crazy would probably be an understatement. Do you know how often I get the chance to just talk with someone?” He sighed. “Additionally, if I were free, I could literally cure the Withering in an instant.”
“I believe that your presence has outlived the extent of its utility,” Crone croaked from behind them. “Your visage shall be undone –”
“One moment if you will, Eliza,” the Grand Master requested sleekly. He turned back to Jillian and Gerald. “This is one piece of information that I am always willing to hand out for free: the Nomad was not strong enough to seal me by himself. He used a trick, which resulted in a means to undo it that doesn’t hinge on the power of the one trying to do so. My generals and their crystal prisons are the keys to my seal... so please, do defeat Hazzergash and restore his seal. I need him inside the crystal in order to free myself.”