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WHO: Chris Lightfellow, Geddoe
⚔️️ WHAT: Two immortals walk into a bar...
🕒 WHEN: A rainy evening in early to mid April
🗺️ WHERE: A bar in New Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: Family- and immortality-related angst, probably a lot of "............"

Another day of rain. It seemed endless at this point, and wasn't helping Chris' mood any. Ever since the Equinox ball and the unmitigated disaster that was THE EMERALD DOVE she had been doing her level to just pretend the whole thing had never happened and move on. She was just glad none of the other knights had seen her make a complete fool of herself with that persona.

But the rain wasn't helping her mood any; more and more Chris' thoughts turned to that dreamscape she'd shared with Yuber, the roiling sea of chaos beyond time and how her feelings about her father (not her "dear father", not anymore) had finally exploded and she'd confronted herself with the knowledge that not only did she not truly know her father, she also...didn't care for what she did know. The image of the man Wyatt Lightfellow had been well and truly shattered by the revelations he had shared with her before he finally passed on, leaving Chris to follow the same long and lonely road that he'd walked for so long. She was finding it difficult to sleep at night, her thoughts a tumult, and that was a state of affairs that could not be permitted to last before it took a physical toll on her.

So braving the rains she'd found her way one lonely evening to a local drinking establishment. After taking her drink (she rarely imbibed, being such a public and well-respected figure in Zexen, but tonight felt like a night for it), she pulled out her smartphone (increasingly less arcane and strange to her by the day), and sent out a message.

un; lightfellowc

If you're free this evening and willing to brave the weather, I'm in the Boar's Head Tavern up the road from the inn and wouldn't mind the company. Your first round is on me, if you like.

After all, there was someone here who did know her father and had promised to tell her of him, his "best friend". She wasn't sure if she'd get a reply, or her companion would just show up. Geddoe could be unpredictable like that.

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"Just show up" was Geddoe's main mode of operation, mostly out of habit but helped along by his significant discomfort with these phones. He had gotten the hang of reading messages, and dabbled a little in watching the moving videos, but so far responding was...not happening. Just showing up at a tavern, though, that was absolutely his style.

He drifted in, a tall, dark shadow with his leather armor flecked with water drops, seeming to relax just being in a real tavern again. This one was new to him, though, so he had to go and haggle with the bartender to figure out what constituted a decent ale and how big a tankard he could get, and while he waited he looked around. The Silver Maiden shouldn't be hard to spot around here...aha, there. He lifted a gloved hand to silently greet her at a distance. She could pick the table, then, and drag him over.

It doesn't take long for him to catch Chris' eye at the bar and she raises her tankard in recognition when she sees him. Ah, already attending to his own matters, she sees. But he is here, and she's grateful for that.

The bar is only lightly-populated; it seems most people are more sensible and staying indoors on a ferocious night like this, so there's plenty of tables to pick from. She settles for a table near the front, where on a small stage a man on piano is playing some musical accompaniment for the evening. Taking her drink, Chris slides off the barstool and motions to it as she heads over. Slipping into a chair, she takes another drink, and then closes her eyes, letting the music wash over her while she waits for Geddoe to join her.

Geddoe only needs a moment to indicate that his drink is on her tab, if there is one, and then he joins her, ignoring the piano-player entirely and putting his back to the stage. All the better to survey the shadowy corners of the tavern for threats, a habit he can't break.

"What a surprise," he says in greeting, settling down with his tankard. "Of all the people to call me out on a rainy night..." He's terrible at small talk, though, and trails off not knowing where to go with that. He eyes her choice of drink, her garb, her demeanor, trying to guess at the nature of such a social call.

Chris opens her eyes when Geddoe speaks. Her hair is down, and she's forgone the armour and sword for her old traveling outfit from her expedition into the Grassland, including her gloves to hide the imprint of the True Fire Rune. There are bags under her eyes indicating her recent sleep difficulties, however, and her drink appears to be a kind of whiskey that she's been nursing pretty hard and has barely touched.

"I felt a little cramped in the hotel." She explains with a wan smile. Rinea is normally fine company for a roommate and the two get along well, but with all the flooding things have become much more crowded. "Needed to stretch my legs a bit, rain or no. It's good to see you, Geddoe. It's been awhile since we last spoke and I wanted to see how you were settling in. Besides, we were overdue for that visit we talked about."

He nods slowly; he can feel that, even if he would never admit it. At least his fellow Runebearer is someone Geddoe is capable of opening up to, bit by bit. "It isn't easy," he admits. "Mostly, not being able to just leave and head off across the country to explore. I hate being cooped up, whether in a single building or a single city. The magic isn't coming along as fast as I would like. But, I suppose I'm alive and well and can't complain."

Facts, all facts. "Have you had much chance to practice? To see if their idea of magic is capable of being as powerful as our Runes."

Chris nods. "Even if the weather were not so inclement, I'd gather travel further inland isn't currently possible, or advised." She muses, finally taking a drink. "I did go to the boundaries once, a few days after I arrived, to see the man they call the Archivist. Have you been that far?" If only to satisfy his need to wander as much as possible, she doubted there was much in the famed archive Geddoe would be much interested in. But the legends had made for an interesting afternoon's reading.

She reaches up and rubs the back of her neck. "I won't lie, I've been struggling." It's not easy to admit weakness in front of most people who aren't the other Mighty Knights, but Geddoe knows better than most that Chris struggled with magic. To her, the True Fire Rune was more useful as a symbol, one that allowed her to unite Zexen, the Grasslands, and other surrounding nations against Harmonian aggression than as a means to rain fire down on the battlefield, and she rarely tried to use it as such. "But I did find a tutor of sorts." Claire didn't study the same sort of magic that Chris had found herself with, but her experience and guidance had been helpful in getting Chris to sort through her own mental block. "Even Holly had some salient advice, despite her somewhat abrasive attitude. To not try to replicate the magic of our own world, but find the kind that works for me. And that has been turning things around some."

The small-talk is nice, and she says that as someone who normally doesn't enjoy the prospect of trying to force it. Geddoe is a comforting presence, despite his taciturn demeanour. Though maybe that has something to do with who her father was, which would normally be a sore issue for her these days, but in this case, was more or less the reason she'd asked him to join her. She takes another drink to steady herself.

"I was hoping to take you up on your offer from the training grounds. Ask you about Wyatt."

It's a strangely impersonal way to ask him about her father.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, Geddoe had to answer her honestly about his travels - and his magic. If they were going to be capable of helping each other and their world, he couldn't dissemble too much. "Ah, I heard about the Archivist. But, no. Unfortunately, I've been sticking close to the city for now, keeping an eye on other things." Yuber. Keeping an eye on Yuber. They can talk about that later, though. He doesn't like what she's saying about the magic, because dammit he wants Hammer of Raijin. Even not using his Rune for so long, making do with a regular Lightning rune, it had a familiarity that allowed him to pull off spells with the ease of breathing, an extra arrow in the proverbial quiver. "Struggling is natural, it seems like," he says instead. "The things I've listened to, or read, on the phone...it sounds like everyone has magic trouble."

He pauses, then, to surreptitiously look around. The mention of the holly elf makes Geddoe immediately think of his own stupid familiar, which in turn makes him worry that just thinking about it will summon the damn thing here. The last thing they need interrupting their adult talk-time is a furfly sniffing their drinks. Fortunately, it looks like he's escaped an accidental summon. For now.

But really, the way it comes out is exactly the way Geddoe would want it. Blunt, like that. Yes, good, no beating around the bush. He takes a drink and then nods once. "I promised. I won't lie to you. There is no one living or dead who knew him as well as I did. So...ask."

Inside, he still had to steel himself. He doesn't know what she'll ask, but he knows some of his answers could be hard to take. After all, none of the three Fire Bringer generals were saints, and he's the only one who knows that.

"Mmm." Chris looks down for a moment, her expression hidden. "I've...grappled with that realization. That the idea of Wyatt Lightfellow I had in my head for so long was in all likelihood not anything like the man himself." Not that she begrudges Geddoe his friendship with him, he had no control over Wyatt's actions. But it still leaves a somewhat bitter taste in her mouth. A lot of things about Wyatt do, these days.

"There's so much about his life I don't know....so I suppose my first question is about how you met. Was he from Grassland initially?" Technically, all Zexen had been part of Grassland once before the western half seceded to form the Federation. "Or did he come from elsewhere?" Maybe if she understands him better, the man he truly was and not the idealized version that she'd carried since he first disappeared, she could more easily sort out her feelings about him. Maybe even begin to forgive.

But that's a big maybe.

Geddoe's brow lowering slightly is the only hint that this is a hard question to answer - if only because there's not a satisfactory fact to cite. "The one thing we didn't much talk about was where we were born, originally. I didn't tell them either. But as far as I could tell, like me, he was not actually from the Grasslands. The man they call Flame Champion was, but he and I met in the passes along the Harmonian border. Wyatt stumbled into us there, far to the north of LeBuque. He'd heard there was a gang of incredibly strong raiders putting it to Harmonia in that area, and that the leaders had True Runes. He had just gotten his, and needed to find others in order to figure out how to use it."

He picks up the tankard again, as if to hide behind it while he talks. "That's how the Fire Bringer began. We weren't originally freedom fighters, we were highwaymen. Sure, our only targets were Harmonian and our aim was to hamstring Harmonia, but our tactics were...not entirely noble." Another brow-twitch. "Well. The Flame Champion was always a much more altruistic fellow than either of us. Wyatt and I pledged to him and his cause, he turned both of us into better men by association."

Chris' shoulders sag in disappointment, but she can't say in the end that she's surprised. It seems Wyatt was always a man who played his cards close to his chest, even with those he considered his most trusted companions and friends. But she'd been so certain that he must have come from Grassland originally, for he fit in so well among the Karaya...but Geddoe deems that to not be the case, and she must take him at his word. She hoped to bridge the gulf between the two of them by speaking to Geddoe, to try and discover more about his roots, but now she feels it widening still.

...Though not too much. While he cannot give her anything about the land he once called home (or, it can be surmised, how he came to possess the True Water Rune), one small detail does not escape her notice. "He'd only gained his True Rune shortly before he met you two." She muses, and tries to work out the timeline. "Then he must have been only around a century old then. Maybe a few years less." True Runes brought agelessness to their bearers, and "Jimba" had looked a man in his twenties. His eighties, perhaps? It's not exact, but more than she had. "He seemed so tired, but he'd lived scarcely more than one lifetime alone..." More tired than Geddoe appeared to be. But perhaps he'd not had to give up the things Wyatt had needed to.

"The best leaders tend to have that effect on those who choose to follow them." She agrees regarding Geddoe's assessment of the original Flame Champion. "Inspiration is a powerful tool...I can only hope I lived up to half his example in that respect. Hugo as well."

Getting back to the subject of her father though, another question comes to her mind. "I remember after taking the True Fire Rune, when we withdrew from Chisha back to Brass Castle, and from there to the Duck Clan, being chased by Sasarai the whole way...I'm certain I remember seeing him fight alongside the Karaya contingent in those battles. He was with us for a time before he departed to unseal the True Water Rune." And in that time, had never attempted to reach out to Chris, to try and explain himself when there was time, or at least more than they'd had behind that damned Sindarin door. "But he never sought me out." Now this is tricky territory, what with Geddoe coming from a different world where Chris did inherit her father's True Rune, but they had been reunited briefly in the second Fire Bringer. "Did you speak to him during that time? You must have known our connection. Did you ask him if he planned to approach me? Or...the version of me from your world?"

Geddoe nods slowly, putting his drink down without tasting it. She's following his rambling narrative well, good. "He was younger than me. I want to say, in his eighties." He smirks at the thought that Wyatt ever looked tired, but then he also didn't catch up to him in time at the Sindar ruins. But for those few minutes... "He wasn't alone, though. Where he hid before settling in Zexen, I don't know, but between Zexen and Karaya, he surrounded himself with people. He couldn't not, it was his nature. He was always gregarious and charismatic."

Her questions get to the heart of why she wants to know all of this, Geddoe can see it quickly. Sighing, he arranges his answer in his head before giving it, hopefully not leaving her fretting too long. "Of course I knew," he says to start, "the Lightfellow name isn't exactly low-profile. I spoke to him more after the conflict started than I had in the previous fifty years - which, I had, but not frequently." Given how quickly Harmonia had found Wyatt in Zexen, Geddoe had always been convinced that he'd better not show his face there. A shame he was wandering down in Scarlet Moon during that period or he'd have been right there to say I told you so. "Before I continue, I want you to remember that all I have are things he said, or didn't say. I couldn't read his mind. If he was thinking something that he found too personal to tell even me, that's a secret he's taken to his grave."

Personal is extremely hard for Geddoe, even now. He had to reveal too much of himself in order to explain anything about Wyatt, which lent lengthy pauses to his tale. "Don't be too surprised, that battle escalated quickly after we left the caves. If things went roughly the same for you as it did for Hugo, you know there was hardly a moment where such a thing could have come up. Wyatt, or Jimba I suppose, was doing what he needed to as a commander, and that always means setting aside personal issues until everyone is safe." He frowns darkly. "After we reached Budehuc, though...you're right, there was time. I remember bringing you up, something like 'so that's your daughter, then,' but I didn't ask that. The last time I pressed a friend over their family intentions, it, uh. Ended poorly." Though, if they were being spared visions from their Runes right now, maybe it's for the best Chris can't peek into his memories or accidentally dream about Geddoe getting shirty with him over his intention to marry. "He was proud, though. In spite of the war and growing darkness, he sounded happier than he had been in a long time." More pausing and sighing - this personal stuff is hard! Geddoe rubs his face uncomfortably before deciding to go ahead and state it as he remembers it. "As I understood it from what we discussed, he fully intended to clear everything up after he had unsealed his Rune. Why he wanted to wait until then, I don't know, I couldn't get it out of him. It's not as though he went into the ruins expecting to never come out - he honestly thought this was his best plan. Consider that he wouldn't even let me come along to help him." Which brings another deep frown. "He was over-confident, so much so that he wouldn't even take an old friend with a True Rune along as backup. Maybe that excess of confidence spilled over into him honestly believing he was going to come back, flash True Water, and then tell the entire story front to back. I can't say for sure."

Chris nods intently. Geddoe is painting a complicated picture, despite his difficulties in speaking about such personal matters (she will thank him for it later). A man who desired the companionship of others, but who by his very nature required a degree of separation from those around him. Even among the knights he had a reputation for being something of a loner, nothing like Chris was with her fellow Mighty Knights. It's giving her much to think about. "I had no idea he was so young." "Young" being a relative term when speaking of an immortal, of course. "I thought...at least a century or more."

"I know." She replies solemnly, her grip on her tankard tightening. "I'm trying to make peace with that." That all she'll ever have now are impressions from the few people who knew him well, as either Wyatt or Jimba. And it's her job to sort through those pieces, those fragments of a man's life, and try to fit them together in a way that could pass for a complete picture in bad light.

...Does she really want to, though?

"That...sounds familiar." She says, after thinking a moment on what Geddoe has just told her. "When I first entered the academy, some of the instructors were knights who had known Wyatt, Captain Galahad as well. They used to speak of his bravery to me, that he was always the first into the fray. That he was...fearless. The men respected him for it." But Captain Galahad had been rather frank in his assessment, and hearing it had been a sobering experience for Chris at the time.

I'm sorry to say it's probably what got him killed, Lightfellow. Leapt into a fight without proper back-up and his luck ran out. That's all it takes; one mistake and even the best soldier falls.

"I'd almost think he was establishing a cover for his eventual disappearance, but...no, that was just how he was. And his luck eventually did run out." She can't understand it. Obviously things were different in her world and Geddoe's but surely her Geddoe must have spoken to Wyatt as well. She already had the True Fire Rune at that point, he would have known she could not have taken his True Water, so...why not come clean, and ask for her help in unsealing it, so that it could pass to Hugo? Why was he so damn insistent on doing everything by himself? If she'd been there with him, maybe...she doesn't know what anymore.

She takes another drink in contemplation. "...He talked about having lived too long, just before the end. Perhaps he was unconsciously seeking it the whole time. Was he like that with the first Fire Bringer? Fearless to the point of foolhardiness?"

Geddoe said that he'd joined the first Fire Bringer because they were hitting Harmonia hard. That suggested a personal vendetta, likely because even today Harmonia remained aggressively expansionist. Quite possibly he'd lost a home and people he had loved to them. People he had loved before her mother.

Maybe people he had loved more than her mother. More than Chris herself. Who's to say she was his only child?

The tale of the cover story made Geddoe sniff something that might have been a laugh. "That sounds exactly like him. No, I don't think it was a ploy so much as knowing deep down that he could conveniently use such a situation to slip away. He would have. I didn't catch up with him until well after he had established himself in Karaya, or I'm sure I would have heard the whole thing told in grand fashion."

It's fascinating, knowing that but for a twist of fate she ended up with the Rune and not Hugo - or him - and yet even the smallest details line up. The more they talk, the more certain Geddoe is that people truly are who they are and it takes more than just one small change to their lives to get them to turn out differently. Or, perhaps, eternal life makes it harder for people to change much after a few decades. Who knows.

"To the point of foolhardiness? No. Back in those days, we were generals. There wasn't room to be that reckless, not when innocent lives were at stake. I can't say that our fifty years apart didn't change us...for better or worse. If you're trying to figure out why he ran off to unseal the Rune without any of us, your guess is as good as mine, but I don't think it was a wish to die. He really did want to do the right thing - by the Grasslands, by you, and by us."

Well, that's...heartening to hear, she supposes. If he would have confided in anyone, it would have been Geddoe, about what he truly felt. About what he wanted. Do right by her...pass on the True Rune? That made sense for Geddoe's world where she wasn't the Flame Champion. But what did it mean in her own, where that would have been impossible? Did he really believe she'd have given the True Fire Rune up for it?

"There were always people who wondered how he rose so far in the Zexen Knights after serving with them for such a comparatively short time." Chris muses, keeping her thoughts to herself. "Some of the naysayers thought my grandparents had something to do with it, but his record spoke for itself after awhile and silenced most of the dissent. Most of it." She runs a hand through her hair. "There was a lot of talk he would have been named Captain instead of Lord Galahad had he not disappeared. That's...probably why he disappeared when he did. Captain was too visible a post, and if Harmonian assassins were already in Zexen looking for him..." She shakes her head, to clear it. She's getting off-topic. "But even after he proved most of his detractors wrong, there was talk about how someone so young could be so talented a commander. He acted like a veteran, and had a confidence to match." She looks up after a moment, slightly sheepish. "When I was still at the Academy, I sought out these sorts of tales since they were the only way at the time for me to really know anything about him." And it wasn't really "knowing" him, just the thoughts and feelings other people projected onto him. After awhile Chris realized that, and stopped looking.

"But of course, he'd already been a general before. Tell me, you must have a story or two about those days. In the First Fire Bringer." She takes another drink. "Some mission or battle the two of you went on. Tell me?" She asks, her voice rising slightly in hope. "What was it like to have to fight that war?" The original Fire Bringer had been almost entirely Grasslander as far as she knew, not nearly the cosmopolitan alliance of states that made up the second.

Before he launches into a story, Geddoe feels like he has to address one bit of her musing - a very important detail that might help things fall into place. His expression darkens for a moment, heavy brows knitting. "They weren't just looking for him. They had found him. That much I learned from him, when we met for the first time in Karaya - the Howling Voice was already onto him. He might have had a little leeway in the amount of time left, but it was a lot smaller than you might think. The Howling Voice is...entirely too good at their job."

That was all Jimba had needed to say, for Geddoe to know that it wasn't even remotely the best or easiest choice for him to escape at that point. It successfully prevented any "I told you so"s from being said at the time. Chris is right, though, that his talent for command had done him well in Zexen. If nothing else, it provided for his family so that even in his absence, they wouldn't have to suffer like so many others.

He wets his throat with another gulp before deciding on an interesting point. "He was the one who saved me when I lost my eye, you know," he says, even though she surely wouldn't know. "The two of us, with a small unit, were holding the rear line in the deep woods east of Chisha, in order to let the larger part of our army escort some civilians to the town. It wasn't even an impressive battle, but one axe-handler got the better of me in the thick undergrowth. I had barely hit the ground when I saw Wyatt's boots vaulting right over me, he hit the one who hit me at full speed and then held off the rest of the unit by himself until our reinforcements could catch up. By then, he'd already cleared the way and gotten me to my feet, we met the others as he half-carried me out of the wood." A flicker of a smile touches his lips for a moment. "He never let me forget that I owed him for that."

Jokingly, of course. As a couple of tough badasses always would.

"Oh." Chris is mildly stunned by that revelation; that they were close she knew, but that they'd actually found him? "I've...heard rumours about this Howling Voice Guild." She admits; Harmonia's mysterious guild of assassins, spies and saboteurs who wielded weapons capable of killing over great distances, black-robed and answering only to the Bishopric and authority of the High Priest. "Mostly that they're not to be trifled with. If they knew who my father was, then...I suppose it makes sense he would disappear as quickly as he could." Maybe he'd planned to tell her mother, maybe he'd even been planning to take them with him when he left, but to know they were in Vinay del Zexay...if he'd misjudged the amount of time he had left (and Chris has become quite painfully aware of just how fallible the real Wyatt Lightfellow had), it would have put all those plans if he'd had them to rest. Best just to get it out and not attempt to make contact again.

"They never tried to take me or my mother." Chris muses. She doesn't like thinking about this, but if their quarry was so important to the High Priest, then surely if they captured his loved ones, it might force him to come out of hiding? Her brow furrows; was there a time around her father's disappearance when there had been...more protection than usual around Lightfellow Hall, in that time before her mother took ill and passed on? She can't recall; so much of those early childhood years is a misty haze.

She just remembers her mother, seated by a window, trying to focus on her needlework, blinking back tears.

"Maybe they knew there was no chance he'd come back for us." She says and the bitterness slips into her voice without Chris realizing it. She dwelled on that memory of how badly Wyatt's disappearance hurt her mother too long. What Geddoe has told her is enough to prove her father wasn't as heartless as, if she's being honest, deep down she wants to believe he was. That would make it easier than if he was simply a good, imperfect man forced into an unenviable situation.

Still, she asked Geddoe for a story, and what he gives her doesn't disappoint. "No, I didn't know that." She admits with a smile. She'd always been curious about the eyepatch and the turn of events that led a capable warrior like Geddoe to have to wear it, but of course to ask would have been the height of impropriety so she'd never done so. She chuckles, despite herself. "Already forming the reputation that would serve him so well in the knights." She notes lightly, then after a moment, she sighs deeply.

"I wish I could have known him better." At all, really. Despite everything, he was her father and she owes much of who she is now to his influence, even if she ultimately didn't take his Rune for herself. He wasn't a perfect man or father, but the sense she gets is he was someone who tried to do his best for those he cared about. She just wishes she could hear that from him herself.

Both tales, dread and heroic, might be enough for her to understand. Having not been there, Geddoe can't speak to what was really going on behind the scenes after the great tragedy of a talented knight captain being "killed in battle." Chris's wish is understandable, though. He huffs into his tankard. "In a perfect world, you would have gotten that chance. In an even slightly better situation than what we were thrown into, you would have at least gotten a moment to ask him to explain." A slow shake of his head. "The three of us took three different paths away from the Fire Bringer. One abandoned his Rune and his cause in order to live out a mortal life for a woman. One sealed his Rune enough to be able to make an attempt at a normal life, only to have it come back and bite him in the ass. I decided to keep my Rune intact and simply disappear. I don't know that I can say which of us was right, if any, because all three methods came with pain and sacrifice.

"It's the curse of the Runes," he adds absently, shrugging. "At least when it's publicly known that you have one, like the Dragon Rune, it makes it a lot harder for anyone to just kidnap or kill you for it." To him, that's a comfort, but is it really?

"Just one day. I suppose in the end that's all I really wanted." Chris decides. "But that's not what I got." No use dwelling on what might have been in a better world. She takes another drink. "...Do you know how he did that?" She asks once she's set the tankard done. "That method by which he sealed his Rune. He said it was an ancient Sindar technique, but that's not the sort of thing one just...happens upon." It might be a useful technique for her to have. If the day comes that she is far enough from Harmonia, if she judged it safe...but that's probably the same thinking Wyatt had, even though Grassland was on Harmonia's doorstep.

"Do you know how to do it?"

Geddoe drinks first, since his mug has way too much ale still in it. It should easily be time for a refill by now, better fix that.

"...no, I don't," he admits, straightforward, no hesitation. "I left before either of them completed their rituals. Unfortunately, the secret of how to fully remove it is probably lost forever - I don't know where he finally found that information, and..." Well, he's dead. Geddoe nods toward Chris's hand where her Rune hides. "Of all the memories you might eventually see through True Fire, whether you want them or not, I doubt it would let you see into his past to learn that ritual. Anything to prevent itself from being sealed away again."

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