"Lo' there, Breljorn." Imagination greeted, a flickering torch in one hand, the hilt of a blade resting under another. "You'll find sanctuary here, and many who'll wish to guide you upon our path."
Beckoning further upon the halls, Imagination points to a stone statue, withered with age and grown over with moss, chipped away in certain places. It is the Statue of The Fonz, a relic recovered from the Old Guild shortly after it's fall. "Always remember our code, that which has not been forgotten. Be cool, like The Fonz. Ayee." With two thumbs up, Imagination bids Breljorn godspeed and farewell, hoping to meet him on the fields of Casual or Advanced some day.