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-=The old man, with a whimsical smile, titled his head to the side. He spoke once more.=- "Battling. Yes, I remember now, I think. Fighting. Such a strange situation we find ourselves in. Inizia, she made this support for me when I awoke. When was it I slept? Seems so very long ago now." -=His voice was grandfatherly, soft, gentle and deep. Ventosus seemed to be musing within a confused state. And for a moment only, he stared into space, before it was clear his instincts were coming into play. Wind began to swirl around his form, making the grass bend under its force, like a spiral on the ground.=- "A seat. I need a seat, yes." -=As he spoke, he sat down. Or, rather he crossed his legs underneath him, but he floated now some three or four feet above the ground, looking rather comfortable as he rested the staff across his lap.=- "Hm, I wonder, why are we in this place?"
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