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With a calm shrug, Moonlight explained to Hazel, "Yup! That blue light can simply take us out of here. However, I've tried to escape that way before, and it failed spectacularly! It also won't take any of us home immediately." Clearing his throat, he extrapolated, "I can't reach the light." It was a lame finish, and he knew it, "I was hoping you could since you are smaller than us, the Aether would let you through; and the rest of us could follow, since we're in your war-band."

He gave Hazel a moment to think, turning to Dion with a stoic look of determined analysis. "So... You are... an accountant?" Moonlight's face went through several phases of grief in a record two seconds. "The records led me to believe you were the least common denominator..." Resisting the urge to poke and prod at the Aschen relic, Moonlight asked something he probably shouldn't have, "You speak Ancient..." He cleared his throat, looking around to make sure the four of them were alone; the rest of the thought was slow and cryptic.

"That tongue was granted to you for a reason, don't squander it because your birthright sent you down the wrong path."

He leveled an eye towards Peter, levity returning to his voice, "If you can squeeze through this barrier and open the Gate, be my guest; you're almost twice my width in your armor though."