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Sheodin smirked and gingerly took the dog's paw in his own massive paw-hand. He returned his attention to Neb. "This world is scarred... The elements are calling out like a wounded animal. I can hear their whispers on the wind and feel the groan of the earth in my bones, but I cannot fully decipher what they are saying. This is why I wish to better understand this world's magic - so I can align myself with it and properly commune with the elements."

The Aryite removes a small pouch from his pack. He opens it and retrieves a small crystal that was the size of an acorn. Sheodin tossed it into the fire.

"You do not seem the typical human, Nebuchadnezzar." he continued. "I believe you are much older than you appear... I know this because you possess the eyes of someone that has lived long passed his expected time - the same eyes I see in the mirror. Tell me, lad... How did longevity befall you?"