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"Yes," Zosimos all but hissed, smiling as he stepped away from the door. He lingered behind the strange boy. The man slipped into a shadow. From there he watched silently, all but a grin in the dark corners of the hall.

He wondered who this person was, this kid, this messenger. Seeker, yes, friend of Casper. That said nothing, and they both knew it. What was his true tie with this Casper, and why was he really here?

...What was his smell? It was not human, not fully, but there was something else in it. What was it? He had no clue, and it enticed him. Zosimos half contemplated slipping into the room behind him.