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Ariamella said
Would you like to help me with my door post thingy? (:


SURE THING.

I'M STARTING TO FEEL LIKE THE TEAM BELLBOY HERE SEEING AS I'M HELPING EVERYBODY WITH THEIR DOORS. MAKES ME FEEL ALL SPECIAL AND STUFF.
Ariamella said
Hmm. Did you read what I asked on TitanPad before it went down? :O


NOPE. CARE TO REMIND ME.
Ariamella said
Hi, Caps!


HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
THE PAD OF THE TITANS IS INACCESSIBLE ONCE MORE.
49.
Think.

Think.

Think.

Think.

Think.

Jade was seated upon a stone pedestal of his own creation. After so much time in the University, he'd noticed the looks of ire from the multitude of human students in the hallways. Perhaps a good deal of them were richer individuals. With families who... dabbled, in the slave market. It wouldn't surprise him. Worthiness does not exactly relate to morality. Thus, he decided his "thinking time" would be best carried out away from the little world he knew. He'd left Sicini's orb back in his quarters, he didn't wish to deal with her either. It was just him, alone, on a great stone slab overlooking a pond outside of the University.

He sat there, on his little pedestal, and did the same thing he always did.

Think.

From across the water came a slight splashing noise, like a large fish had just jumped up and slapped back down against the liquid, but it was nothing more than Calixta surfacing from the depths of the pond. Her dress and hair was drenched, but she quickly siphoned the water off her body and back into the pond. She had discovered this little spot when she wandered off one day in search of a place that made her feel more at home, and so far this was it. It became a regular occurrence for her to spend an hour under the waters, even if just to take care of the home sickness that settled in her gut like a permanent uneasiness. The nymph sang a soothing tune as she gathered her belongings, but when she turned she found herself staring at Jade, who seated atop a large grey stone that surely had not been there when she first came to the pond.

"Hello!" she called out brightly in her tinkly soprano, offering an equally bright smile and a waving hand.

"Greetings." Jade replied, nodding. He guessed he wasn't alone here after all. "You must have been here before I arrived. Am I intruding?"

"Oh, gods no!" she giggled, "but I think I may be intruding on your...um...stone time." She gestured to the large grey slab in front of her. "Do you come here often?"

"First time." He said, "I wanted to see what it was like outside. Think about recent events. This seemed like a tranquil enough spot." He stood up from his little pedestal and stamped his foot on the surface of the slab. A row of steps dropped down on the side, in front of Calixta. He extended his armored hand downward, welcoming her topside. "Come on up."

"Nymphs like being below the sea rather than higher on the ground," Calixta said, grinning. But she took the offered hand gladly and clambered up the stone steps to sit beside the mysterious elf. "It's a calm place. Calmer than the University, and I think we all need that sometimes. It...sort of reminds me of Nymphe here, on this tiny little pond. Well, inside the pond, that is."

"I imagine it's quite beautiful down there." Jade said, turning his head away to stare at the pond once more. "And I also imagine you don't get many visitors."

"Oh no, not here and not on Nymphe. Being immortal really puts you on a different sense of time, and my people have always been very reclusive. As far as this pond, I thought I was the only one who knew about it. I couldn't spend time in the gardens anymore, not with that peacock constantly making noises at me."

"Struck me as an oddity as to why four of the six of us own pets. I'm not against it, but... it seems beyond coincidental to me."

Calixta almost rolled her eyes. "It's not even mine. It was just given to me, and it's an annoying creature at that. What do you mean, it's coincidental?"

"Nothing." Jade said, letting out a bit of a sigh, still keeping his gaze turned. A pause went between the two until he abruptly asked, "How does it feel to be immortal?"

"If you mean aging, it doesn't feel any different. But we tend to take life decisions very seriously. They do carry on into eternity, and that can be either a comforting or scary thought..." Calixta looked away for a moment, the weight of the answer sinking into her heart. The mood had to be changed. "Would you like to hear a joke?" she asked, her eyes lighting up excitedly. "But I only know sea related jokes, so that's what I'm going to tell you."

Without waiting for an answer, she turned to face him. "What did one ocean say to the other ocean?"

"I don't know. Tell me."

"Nothing! It just waved!" The Sage of Water tittered to herself, almost like a praise for making herself laugh.

Jade simply nodded, not sharing in the laughter. "Funny." He replied. He didn't know how Calixta would react to his void of amusement but he sat patiently and awaited her response.

The smile quickly faded when she noticed Jade wasn't laughing with her. "Why aren't you laughing? Was it not funny enough? I mean, I have more..." Even though she offered more, Calixta had a feeling he wouldn't laugh at any of the others either. She sighed. "We can talk about other things, if you like."

"My apologies, I... don't tend to laugh much." He replied, locking his fingers together. "It's something that just... disappears after a while. Especially in my line of work."

"I used to not laugh, too," Calixta nodded along. "It took a long time, but I remembered how to laugh. Although I'm sorry you feel that you cannot... But wouldn't you say life is too short to not find humor in it? Then again, I wouldn't know. I am immortal after all."

"It's more important to me to see to a goal being fulfilled." Jade kept his head turned away, gazing beyond the pond now. "Don't mistake it for an innability. It's more of a... preference."

It was the strangest thing, to meet someone like Jade Fist. Calixta wasn't sure how to feel, but she nodded at his words. "I think that's one of the things nymphs don't really understand, including me. What is a life goal? Something to accomplish before you die? What if you can't die, but something just suddenly prompts you to have a life goal? You have my respect, Jade. Not many people are able to say they accomplished something important, but you can. And I'm sure someday when it's all over, you'll remember how to laugh. If not, you can just ask me for help!" The girl smiled and giggled, but it was a half hearted attempt; it was empty.

Jade... let out a soft chuckle. Much to Calixta's surprise. He turned his head and said, "How's that for a start?"

"Better. Much better." Another comfortable blanket of silence covered the air until she blurted, "How do you feel about demons?"

"In general?" Jade replied, not even the slightest bit offset by the question, "Can't say. Haven't met enough to forge an opinion. Sicini is the first demon I've spoken politely with in... well, ever."

"Demons can speak politely?" The sarcasm in Calixta's voice was plain and obvious, and she turned away to look over the pond. "I didn't realize they were capable of it."

"It's more about the person themself rather than the caste they are born into." Jade said, looking at Calixta with the slightest amount of genuine intrigue in her meanings. "Many judge me solely by my actions. My mask, even. Yet, here we are. You and me. Speaking politely to each other."

"Yes, well elven culture is seen as one of the more refined out of all the other races," she insisted. "Besides, you have rhyme and reason to your actions. Out of the many things I've heard about you, none of them have ever stated you as a cold blooded killer. You don't do those things for fun or sport now do you? If you ask me, that makes all the difference."

Jade didn't respond at first. He merely stared down at the pond once more. Suddenly, his hands moved upward, reaching for the edges of his hood. He pulled it down, revealing his mess of black hair, unkempt and unwashed, loose strands everywhere, tied behind him with a small band. The skin around his mask, his jawbone and neck, were not unlike the color of some old piece of wooden furniture. A bit of a light brown, scars and blemishes here and there. A crimson scar ran around the entirety of his neck, reminiscent of a noose's farewell. The most notable features were his ears, however. They were clipped down to a fraction of the average elven ear length. And it looked like whoever committed the act used a pair or rusty shears.

Jade raised his hand up to his mask, hand over the mouth.

"It is often we take to the recorded feats of one's doing to discern their true nature." Jade said calmly, "It's rare when we rather hear upon what they have to say instead."

With that, he lowered his hand, leaving his mask attached to his face. He pulled his hood back up, making it look as though it had never been lowered. "Wouldn't you agree?" He said in a hush tone.

By all accounts, Jade Fist should have been seen as a scarred image in Calixta's eyes, yet she found herself extending a hand as if to heal the scars, to touch the beauty of one with a pure soul. But she thought better of it and set down her hand, only murmuring, "Yes... I suppose I do." She whispered the words back, looking at him with sad eyes. His words rolled over and over again in her mind, and she simply said, "I don't think I've ever had the honor of meeting someone so wise and beautiful. Thank you." The nymph leaned toward him and kissed the cheek of the mask, as was the customary symbol of respect of her people, and leaned back against the stone slab, her face showing a mix of awe and curiosity.

A slight pause, and Jade stood upright. "Thank you as well." He said, "I'm quite content now thanks to our little talk. I think I'll head back to the University now."

Calixta said nothing and only nodded, and she sat upright to dangle her feet off the rock before gently hopping down. "It was nice talking to you, Jade. I think I'll stay here for a bit longer... You have given me much to think about." She stood at the edge of the water, letting the liquid lap around her toes before turning back to the armored elf. A pensive thoughtfulness glazed over her vibrant seafoam eyes and she said, "You should try thinking underwater sometime... 'the sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps.' One drop of it and it's like you've uncovered all it's secrets." With that, she daintily dove into the blue waters, swimming deeper until it seemed as if there had been no trace of her at all.

Jade turned and took his leave of the pond, heading in the direction of the University, thinking.

Hmm. Maybe after I learn how to swim.
43.

The silence of the hallways was... easing, to say the least of it. Jade wandered through the twisting, turning corridors of the University, examining everything as he did. He was getting a feel for the layout. Drawing up a mental map. With a steel memory like his, he'd have little trouble remembering which way was which in the future. He just had to examine everything in one fell sweep.

Someone who doesn't sleep will make every attempt to occupy themselves, won't they?

Sicini. Again.

"I want to make sure I know how this place works." Jade replied, "You'll forgive my apprehension of staying in an opulent palace such as this."

Ever so cautious the outlaw. Hm.

Jade figured she said that last bit with a bit of a smirk. Suited her character.

I will leave you to your devices. But after tonight, the more arduous quality of training to become a true Sage will commence.

"There's nothing I know about earth magic they can teach me." Jade replied, "They'll understand that."

Indeed they will. But what causes you to believe your lessons will revolve solely around earth magic?

Jade ceased walking, genuinely curious as to what the necromancer meant.

Oh, Jade... I wish you strength in the times ahead. Goodnight.

And then he was alone again.

...

He found himself in the library. Rows of bookshelves full of tomes, reaching for the cieling. Mahogany tables adorned with lamps lit by dim crystals. Almost no one was present save for the occasional student hard at work studying for... something. Jade made as little noise as possible as he proceed through the library, appreciating how the most sensible place would also be the most silent. Calm... dimly lit... rather peaceful, really. Cozy enough to call home even. Silent as a mou-

"Hey..."

An audible whisper. Jade turned his head to the right. There, tucked between two aisles, clinging to one of the bookshelves, was a female elven student. Studious clothing, shy voice, bright blond hair, green eyes... scar on her cheek... something seemed familiar about her...

"You... you're the real Jade Fist?"

Jade simply nodded in reply.

"Could you come with me for a moment?"

The student turned and proceeded further down the aisle. Jade, only slightly apprehensive, decided to follow her. They passed through two rows of bookshelves, made a few turns, and finally came upon another straight clearing, full of tables like the central aisle. The student led Jade to the only table with a lit crystal lamp on it, surrounded by a cluster of other students. As Jade approached the table, he noticed... they were all elves. They all had scars, burns... now he knew what this was about.

"This is him." The student said quietly to the group. "This is really him."

Jade looked around as all the students gazed at him. He recognized all of them... past excursions... boats, crates, cages... every one of them was an elf he'd freed in the past.

"We make up all the former slaves in the University." The student said, "When we learned you were here... we wanted to see you. Thank you. For everything."

Jade looked at the student and said, "I..." He was truly void of a coherent sentence, so he simply nodded again and sat down at the table, letting the elven students surround him. After a moment of silence, he said to them, "I never... I never got the chance to learn each of your names in the past. I think I owe you that now."

The student from before leaned in and said, "Inali."

And the student next to her said, "Tonnev."

"Nihsa."

"Ferric."

"Nemos."

And the rest went on and on. He learned each of their names. Talked with them. Shared in their comfort. Rejoiced in their freedom. He decided he would head back to his quarters once he was done conversing with his kin.

For now... he felt truly at home.
38.

Jade's reverie ended once Evelynn's voice sounded throughout the tower, letting him know it was supper time. The silent contemplation of everything that had happened... ruined. So much for a polite host, he assumed. But still, remaining absent from the dinner table would probably make him seem just as rude to her. Thus, the elf eased himself off of the bed and headed towards the door, left the room, and descended the staircase to the dining hall.

Off to supper?

Jade could hear Sicini's voice emanating from the orb, tucked within one of his belt pockets. He didn't bother taking it out from where it was.

"I don't have an answer to your question yet, Sicini."

No, you don't. And I'm aware that it will take you some time. So I've decided to lend you some ease of trial. I won't bother you on the subject, I will wait patiently until you are ready. But, I will make an effort towards finding every possible outcome. Perhaps then I can share what I find with you and aid you in your decision.

"I thought you were a necromancer Sicini." Jade replied, keeping his pace down the stairs. "Not a fortune teller."

Death does not simply encompass the end of a mortal being, Jade. So too are their fates scattered. Like a vase falling, shattering into pieces. And I know how to put them back together. There are many who died within Shatterbrain that I've the fortune of meeting. Aiding them in their recovery. Discerning the vile truths. What may be, but not what will be.

Jade didn't respond.

Oh... my apologies. I said I wouldn't bother you for now, didn't I? Go on, enjoy your meal. I will be here when you are ready to speak.

And then she was gone once more.

Jade reached the bottom of the staircase. And there, seated at the entrance of the curved hallway leading further into the University, were Evelynn and three of the other Sages.

She stood then, draining the glass of the red liquid and shoving it-- and the entire bottle of blood-- into Aegar's hands. "Here, hold these." Turning to Jade, she glared for a split second before giving him a smirk. "You're late. I thought I was going to age another century before you came down." She took the bottle back and filled the glass with the same red liquid, and she sipped it quietly as she turned to lead the way to the Dining Hall.
33.

Jade Fist opened the door quietly once he'd found his way back to his and Ostel's room. A solid memory helped in big places like this. He entered the room, and admittedly, his mask hid his impressed expression as he gazed upon the contents of the quarters.

Grand. Spacious. Opulent. The room held ornate furniture, lavish beds, a fireplace, bathing rooms... everything expected of a luxury. Everything was separated well enough apart that Ostel and Jade Fist would both have their own space to claim as their own. That, he was thankful for. And he had to be honest... this definitely beat sleeping in a locked cellar while guardsmen searched for him. And yet, it felt so alien to him, these ideal arrangements... but he knew full well the Headmaster, or her vampiric assisstant Evelynn, wouldn't let him leave so easily if he so wished.

So. This was a decorated prison, in a sense. But he didn't mind.

Jade Fist made his way across the room to where he guessed he'd be intended to sleep. He wouldn't, though. He was an elf after all. But a comfy place for reverie was an appealing feature. Something caught his eye, though. On the nightstand next to his bed, there was a small black orb, sizeable enough to fit in one's hand. It didn't feel like it belonged in the room, it felt... ominous.

There was a folded note next to it. Jade Fist picked it up and opened it, curious.

To be delivered to the Earth and Light Sages' quarters.

- Sicini del Mortha III


"Sicini?" Jade Fist muttered, picking up the little black orb and holding it in his free hand. "What does she..."

Suddenly, the orb began to feel... colder. The black inside it began to twist and churn, like a bank of fog... and then a piercing yellow eye appeared within it.

Hello again, Sapiens Terrae.

Jade Fist simply eyed the orb inquisitively, not responding in any way whatsoever.

Oh? Not surprised? Not going to drop it on the floor in a minor sense of shock?

"I've used these sorts of tools before. It's nothing new to me." The elf replied.

Ah... you know, it's quite refreshing to see someone with a sense of professionalism and experience in the fray. Saves me quite a bit of trouble.

"I'd expected you to want to speak in person. Why aren't you in the University?"

I've never had the pleasantry. The University is open only to those who prove themselves capable at some form of known magic. While I am a loose associate of the Headmaster's, I haven't been granted entry due to the... nature, of my experiments. Necromancy is a messy process when it's purely physical. And I'm certain those walls around you would shutter were I to perform a dark art or two within them. Besides, the place seems far too... lively, for my tastes.

"So this is your alternative?"

Indeed. This orb allows vocal interaction to take place between the living and the dead.

Jade Fist paused for a moment. "Wait..." He said, "You're dead?"

Currently, yes. I drove a needle through my throat shortly after you and the rest of the Sages departed from the mortal coil. My body is being guarded by Mortis.

"I can't say I'm surprised. You are a necromancer after all."

A very experienced necromancer, Jade. I've a well developed map of the land of the dead. Walking between these two worlds is a specialty of mine. There may exist an assortment of alternate dimensions and universes in Divus, but they're all connected to the afterlife. All things dead end up here.

"Alright, then. Did you need something or was this just a quick chat?" Jade Fist said, discarding the note and taking a seat on the bed, keeping his eyes locked on the orb.

There is something of the matter, actually. And I'm going to be blunt about it. I wish to inquire about the nature of your conversation with Zemlja.

Jade Fist tensed up a little at the necromancer's words.

Particularly regarding Shatterbrain.

Jade Fist remained silent.

Oh, don't be so adamant. Besides, I already know more than you do. Dead elves are full of information. I only wished to ask... what do you intend to do, Jade?

"What do you mean?" Jade Fist replied in a hushed tone.

We both know full well it's etched into your fate. Zemlja did as well. You're going to return there one day. And you're not going to like what you find. Shatterbrain has become a festering, rotting pit of madness. It didn't die after you left. And now you have to administer some form of action against it. My question is what, exactly, will you do when the time comes?

"I don't know."

You don't know, as in you haven't decided between your options, or you have absolutely no idea how to act?

"I. Don't. Know."

Really, then? Hm... I suppose it's true. You can't rush fate. And I certainly can't rush one as stalwart as you. Very well, I will remain patient for an answer. Keep this orb somewhere I can easily reach you, if you would be so kind.

Jade Fist didn't respond.

I know what may happen, dear. But it's up to you to decide what will happen.

The glaring eye within the orb vanished into the bleak fog, and the surface bled into its previous state, solid black. The necromancer was gone. Jade Fist... didn't know how to react. He simply put the orb inside one of the pouches on his belt, sighing. He eased back on the bed, crossing his legs and placing his hands together. And he engaged in reverie.

He didn't know if he wanted to formulate an answer to Sicini's question.

But he certainly needed to.
22.

Jade Fist simply stood there with the most inquisitive of looks directed towards the elf lodged within the tree. "Zemlja..." He muttered, his arms crossed and head lowered. He definitely fit the archetype of the stereotypical elf. His hair, his frame... natural-looking. Judging from all that'd happened today, he suspected his predecessor was going to... talk to him, he supposed. Through some form of... mental link. Not like he hadn't experienced that before.

"Well then..." Jade Fist said, placing his hand on the bark of the oak tree, "Why did you choose me?"

In an instant, everything... changed. The air became more fragrant. The colors around him became more lush. All the things around him and that tree began to blur and bleed into something different. It... it was a forest. He was in a forest now.

I know what happened at Shatterbrain.

Jade Fist's head perked up at the mention of that horrible, horrible name. "No..." He muttered, shaking his head, "No, you can't... but... how?"

I felt it happen. All the thoughts. All the screaming. All the atrocities. And I felt your strength push through it. You alone rose from that wretched place. And I knew then... you were the one.

Jade Fist lowered his head once more. He hadn't remembered Shatterbrain in... decades, at least. He was confident, nay, certain that he was the only one amidst all the continents of Divus who even knew of its existence. And just when he was getting comfortable with his own ignorance... the last Sage of Earth, stuck in a tree, brings it up.

He's not dead, you know.

"You mean..."

Yes. Him. I don't know how... but there is still evil within that place. And he is the cause of it. During, or perhaps after, your endeavor against Bonketsu... you must go there. Find him. Put him down. Then you... and all the rest, still trapped within their own minds... will know peace.

Jade Fist simply stood there, silent.

It must be done. Fate demands it. Elves will not know true freedom if he is allowed to live on beneath Shatterbrain, to fester, and rot. When he is gone, you shall become who you are meant to be, and I know... that is who you want to be.

Jade Fist paused for a moment... but then he nodded. "I... will try. But first, the duty of all the sages. And then the liberation of our people."

It shall be done when the appropriate time arrives. I bid you strength to face your coming trials, new Sapiens Terrae. And please... Summer... tell her I wish the best for her.

"Summer? Who is she to you?"

My descendant, for whom I care deeply, and regret all villainies that have been done upon her. I wish... I could have been there to prevent them from ever occurring. But my place... is here.

"So it is." Jade Fist replied, lowering his arms, his shoulders loosening. When his hand left the surface of the tree, the forest vanished.

He... guessed that was all of it. Some one-on-one time. Nothing too bad.

Still... Shatterbrain...

He shuddered at the thought, and turned away from Zemlja.

Ready for whatever was next.
17.

Jade Fist reached around the back of his neck, past his hood. He swore there was a chunk of Mortis lodged back there, even after he wiped most of it off of his outfit. And lo and behold, he pulled his hand out and there in it was a shred of dark, putrid meat. With some canine teeth lodged inside of it.

Guess Mortis had some dog bones in it. Or maybe werewolf.

He tossed the shred of meat into the nearby monument carved in the form of a volcano - or something close to it. The chunk of Mortis instantly burned away once it came into contact with the little flames at its basin. Naybe he was lucky the Sage of Fire hadn't arrived yet, he didn't know if they'd take offense to that. Best way to rid oneself of the undead is fire, after all.

He turned and looked around the courtyard. Two more Sages had shown up in such a short amount of time. Almost too conveniently, to him. But that was just cautious thinking, something he'd grown into over the last century. There was him, a human, a demon, a nymph, and another elf... all that was left was a were-creature and the hextuple would be complete.

Jade Fist began to accept the possibility that he was the Sage of Earth, whether he wanted to be or not. He had the feeling whoever the "Headmaster" was who had all of them brought here wasn't wrong on a common basis. Still, if it was his role to fulfill, he'd be pulled away from his usual line of work. The slave trade was going to recover from his latest endeavors in... a month, maybe two. Depending on if they decided to go hunting for any more stock.

He thought about Summer. How an elf could be the supposed Sage of Wind. He knew full well the legends regarding the past generations of Sages, born and raised and again and again. Still... the title of Sage, if it were true, would be a boon to a former slave. The public would more easily accept that status being granted to an elf than a criminal still believed to be at large.

One thing he truly hoped for was that this wasn't going to be made into a public display. He trusted that Sicini wouldn't possess that sort of audacity.

Noticing the only other elf was sitting on his own, Summer hesitantly went over to him and sat down. She had no idea what she was going to say, nor was she entirely sure she should talk to him at all, but how else was she to find out more about Tellus?

"Um... hello," Summer said softly as she leaned forward a bit, her legs crossed in front of her at the ankle, "Um... I'm Summer."

"I'm aware of that." Jade Fist replied, preparing himself for some social interaction he wasn't sure he was ready for. Still, only other elf around, he had to say something. "I... apologize for my dealings with Ostel. I wanted to make sure I could trust him."

"You... are an elf... from Tellus I assume? Wouldn't it... be normal for you to be sceptical of a human? I mean... about a third of the original Elf population was enslaved... so... I.... mmm..." Summer fell silent, unsure of what to say.

"Hmph. And a third of that third I'm sure I've freed by now..." He replied, the slightest bit of confidence in his voice. "Believe me. I'm doing my best to make sure Lucerna's slave operations are broken down. I've done well by myself for the last century... give me another and the rest of our kin will be free as well."

"Is that why you hide your face and refuse to share your name with anyone?" Summer asks as she hesitantly touches the Jade on one of his gloves. It was smooth under her finger, which both confused and facinated her, "How did you get the stone so smooth?"

"It was shaped to perfection. By an old friend of mine." He pulled his hand away from Summer's and brought it up to his mask. "All of this was. It's not just armor. It's a symbol, as Ostel put it."

Summer nodded her head before standing up and brushing some dust off of her skirt. "What is it like in Tellus? I've always wanted to go there but... I couldn't for obvious reasons."

"Tellus..." Jade Fist replied, "Believe it or not, I'm not there as often as you would think. I drop off everyone I free so they may flee to the City of Earth. Replenish themselves. Start new lives. But the land itself is... how should I put this... verdant, to be short about it. Mountains, forests, cities made of stone... it's really quite pleasant. Perhaps you'll see it one day. Being a Sage will grant you that freedom to act upon as you see fit."

Summer adopted a thoughtful look before smiling for the first time in a long time, "You know what, I think I shall." Satisfied with the conversation, she turned away and proceeded towards Ostel.

"Wait." Jade Fist called out, standing up.

Summer turned towards the elf once more as he lowered his head, thinking about what to say.

"My name..." He muttered, "Is the same as yours. You should know what that means."

Summer simply put on an expression of surprise. So, he was a slave after all... She thought to herself. She simply looked at Jade Fist and nodded, indicating she understood. And with that, she turned away and left once more.

The jade-armored elf was starting to feel a bit more at ease, now. He returned to his little stone bench, sat down, and thought.

Just... thought.
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