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"Ignorant flesh-wearer!" snarled Ignacious as he turned to Tempo, the skeleton's normally empty eye sockets quickly flaring up with bright orange lights. "The great Ignacious doesn't use overrated theatrics! His power is a blessed gift from the awe-inspiring, all-consuming flame! He has no thunder to be stolen!"

Ignacious' eyes go back to normal as he turns around again and continues staring at the robed lady in the distance, completely oblivious to what Tempo actually meant.

"...BUT, that lady is trying to be a thief, as sure as hell is toasty!" Ignacious resumed, fuming. "There's only room on this plane of existence for ONE magnificently awesome undead mage, and it's certainly not going to be the ancient leaf blower over there!"

Continuing to whine to himself angrily, Ignacious takes to the air and leaves Sanctuary posthaste, flying north-west...