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Montblanc shook his head at the question, leaning against one wall. "Hmm...not really. Something to do with the beasts? Why does it sound like you expected me in particular?" He watched as the man of mist faded out once more, not reappearing this time. A girl opened the door, scuffing a foot against the floor. Then the light being refracted through the stained glass window began to alter. At first merely changing color, but the longer the girl stood there, the more intense the swirling and changing of the colors was. "-the hell?" At that point the mist man reappeared, along with what seemed to be a dead man. Montblanc scowled, and looked at him. "Alright, you're obviously the one behind all this. If you don't explain to me right now what the hell's happening, I walk. You lose my help. And something tells me that would disapoint you far more than it would me.