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Renan had come to Haven because retired adventurers were found on every corner; men and women who had seen most of what the world had to offer. When searching for such things as the Sanctum Prime, these travelers knowledge could be more useful that going through old artifacts and books. Unfortunately he had become sidetracked when he ran into an old friend upon entry to Haven a few days prior to his current slumber. Years ago when he had escaped his horrible captivity, he had to learn to survive on the streets. One of the people in his motley crew of thieves had been a girl named Lilian who fancied herself an artist. She never gave up on her dream, rising from a common street rat to a moderately respected artist in Haven. Now here he lay in her bed, while she was off teaching young commoners how to hold a paintbrush.

He knew he should get out and try to scrounge up whatever knowledge he could about Sanctum Prime. Just like Lilian, he had his own dream, but resurrecting a dead loved one was a little more difficult than creating art. Ren had paid a few street thugs to report to him if they overheard anyone discussing the myth, so with that assurance, he closed his eyes for a few more minutes. Letting others do the work was best at times.