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Another place, another time, Bigsby frowned as he glanced at his surroundings. There was something off about the trees that grew around the old wizard and the air was thick with what some could consider foul and a bitter reminder of the grave. The ancient wizard simply began to stroke his beard and tighten his grip upon his strange staff only to walk around for a bit before giving up and plopping down next to a tree and began to slumber.

It would be sometime before the old wizard would wake once more but his senses remained sharp and he knew that nothing would get the drop on him so long as his conscious mind remained perfectly still. His closed eyes allowed him to place wards and sentry spells all around him in the most complex algorithms any wizard had ever laid. He would be prepared for any unexpected visitors.