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After the rush of being alive again wears off, Dougless starts thinking more serious about why he was awoken at this time. The Old god was to slumber until he was needed, or wanted by whomever was to find him, yet there is no indication as of who and why. He thought this over for what felt like hours (Time is irrelevant in the castle after a long-forgotten spell was cast, making time speed up, slow down, and stop all at random.). To clear his head, Dougless opted to take a walk around the keep and inspect his treasures of old.

The hallways of his collections was like a museum with each having a story behind it, and while looking through all of the swords ,amour, banners, and standards collected from friend and foe alike, one piece stood apart from the rest. To a normal human this would look like a simple solid oak door that was put onto display, but Dougless remembered that this door could open up to any doorway he could think of, so smiling as the God of smiles does he thought of his destination and walked through the door, revealing a nexus of other doors each with a symbol that designated each god of the realm, and strolled up to the one in the middle with a icon of a large table resting on the front. "Time to see if I am late to the tea party" he spoke absentmindedly.