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Jonathan Black. Corruption. The name and word were both lost on Whisper, but she processed them away for later. She had long learned that not all information makes sense when you first receive it, but that it is still valuable. Understanding would come with time... Sylvire had once promised her that so very long ago.

Her fingers closed around the staff as they conversed. She could feel him back there behind her, she didn't need her eyes for that, and she was beginning to grow uneasy at his presence.

“There are others? Like the staff?” Whisper asked. Her unease was peeking, but her desire for information outweighed it for the moment.