Snippet #2707437

"How peculiar to have a visitor still in their first life," the voice of Hazarmaveth is heard as his ethreal body solidifies nearby from what appear as shreds carried in the wind, his flame igniting, giving off a soft blue light. "Actually... that has never happened before, but that is likely thanks in no small part to your pure form. Still, it would have been polite to let the keeper of the realm know of your arrival.."

He steps forward softly, raising his staff pointing to the champion then at Tir'Ish, his otherworldly eyes narrowing, his flame twirling as if caught by a breeze.

"Normally we leave the residents to their new lives without worries of their prior one, I apologize for this," he says softly, his last comment directed to the champion. He stops to plant his staff onto the ground, looking downcast upon his black hands. "But I now know why you are here. Perhaps I was negligent to be as forthcoming as I should have been. That is to say, I am more related to this than I stated back in Raelenea, much more than I like to admit..."