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I only smiled as the Pixie said it didn't know it had a place. "Everyone has a place. All it takes is someone to realize their potential. For example. You say you lack any power. Your visage itself inspires fear in those who would witness it, otherwise you would not have been driven to my realm, and I know most pixies have a certain... Hypnotic ability... I see a position for you as either diplomat, assassin, or-" I was rudely interrupted from my soliloquy as an already-employed assassin(Patience, good kid, great with his trade and his blades, gets my name right once every three times.) landed about thirty feet away and ran over. I sighed, and cradled my head in one hand.

"We've been over this, Patience, it's the information first, THEN any questions. Directive then inquisitive. You sound like you never went to school otherwise." I then made a quick motion with my other hand, "Kabal, this is Patience, one of my assassins, Patience, Kabal, the Pixie I was planning on hiring on as a Dragon." Seeing the confusion on their faces, I continued, "A second-in-command, someone I give tasks I want done, the guy who gets said stuff done? But I'm getting distracted, you said a light, can you be more specific? The job can't be considered if I lack understanding of it." Elise drifted into my hand, and I began twirling her around, the spinning staff directed as much by her magic as by me. I had a bad feeling about this "light", mainly because anyone who's read a single fantasy novel knows what "the light" does to the bad guy.