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The old wizard had much on his mind and with a slight turn of his head and a flick of his wrist, which turned out to be nothing more than reaching into one of his sleeves, he produced a rather dull pipe made from stone and wood just to lit it up and take a few puffs in order to get his mind straight. It was not that Bigsby had no idea as to the reason why he came to the mountains but more or less that he had forgotten and needed a reason to move once again.

The orb atop of his staff would come to life once more as movement beneath the crystal sent a chill down the wizards spin followed by a frown that turned into a look of disgust. "No, no I said, and I do not think that the people here would look better with a tan!" Bigsby shouted at the orb atop of his staff as if it had said something to him previously. It was not that the wizard was insane but rather strange to most as he took a long puff on his pipe and began to ponder destroying his staff.