Bright Eyes | Ezekiel's Intro

Johann took a deep breath, letting his gaze wander freely for just a few moments, his eyes, however, having a hard time not staying locked on the fiery hues of the sun and its somewhat distorted reflection that danced upon the ocean's surface with every wave, every breeze of mild wind. It was a beautiful morning on Amber Island, to say the least, something the Ambassador got to enjoy less and less these days. Between a neverending flood of paperwork almost as vast as the ocean around Amber and the missions that were not seldom pursued at the direct behest of the Magic Council Johann found very little time for himself alone. The time he did find, however, he would spend roaming the streets of Port Amber, just like he had done so, so many years ago. "Some things never change, I suppose", he thought, tempted to lose himself in nostalgia and old memories for a few passing moments.

Regardless, this Amber was not the same as that of his childhood. The settlement had been established anew when Dies Irae had attained control of the island, and for what it was worth, it had grown quite significantly, a development that, not least due to the same romantic nostalgia, warmed the Ambassador's heart.

Now was one such moment where he did find the time to relax, to enjoy, to be himself, free of burden or authority. He found himself on the docks far from the guildhall itself. The heavy cloak of his Ambassadorial uniform had been replaced by a rather simple, some would say bland, black shirt, as had the pants, the only thing indicating he was affiliated with the guild being the hat that normally complimented the same onyx uniform, now worn to conceal a headful of rather messy silver hair. Hands in his pockets, he couldn't help but stare, and still, let his gaze wander freely for just a few moments, taking a deep breath of fresh, salty air, letting his gaze wander enough to see someone standing not too far away, seemingly doing the same. A young man, judging from a first glance. A warm smile found its way onto the Ambassador's face, pleased with the fact that someone else seemed to share his thoughts.

"It's quite enchanting, is it not? The Azure Sea", he commented, nodding towards the ocean. "The most beautiful sea you will find, if you ask me". Of course, it could be argued that Johann was somewhat biased, but he cared little. Beauty, after all, existed in the eye of the beholder. He gave the young man a more thorough look, especially eyeing the bow, quiver, and the quite extraordinarily maintained piece or armor the brown-haired fellow carried on his person all the while maintaining the same warm smile. A fighter, perhaps?

"Are you new on Amber Island?", he asked rather directly, hoping that the other wasn't put off by a more personal question. The Ambassador was driven by curiosity, and while his perceptiveness was certainly not the best out there, he still had some sense of logic in him. "There's not a lot that brings people here. It's either the guild or trade, and judging by that-", he leisurely raised an arm, pointing at the brunette's bow, "-you're here for Dies Irae, huh?".

It only occurred to the man now that he didn't actually know who the man really was, a chuckle following his questions. "I'm sorry if that's a bit much. I don't mean to be intrusive. I'm Joh, and you could say I'm part of the guild. What's your name, newcomer?".

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@Zekey

Johann had been called all kinds of things, but "tall lad" caused the Ambassador to chuckle. While it was true that he was taller than the brown-haired fellow, he wouldn't exactly call himself tall. Not with people like Gangting around, the man that was more mountain than a human being easily dwarfing Joh. He imagined what the newcomer would have to say about the Earth Slayer. It would be an interesting encounter, for sure.

Luckily for the Ambassador, he seemed up for a friendly chat, something the silver-haired Rune Mage appreciated. Meeting new people was always an exciting change of pace, especially here on Amber where the people came from all corners of the known world to do business. Although the boy was way too formal for his liking, at least under these circumstances. A thought most ironic coming from Johann himself. "Just Joh is fine", he waved his hand, dismissing the honorific while giving the other a nod. "Ezekiel, huh? Well, nice to meet you, too, Zeke". The young man seemed like a friendly guy, this fact serving to lift the Ambassador's mood, maintaining a cheerful grin.

In fact, Zeke seemed quite like he was quite talkative. It was nice to have a conversation with someone outside of the usual command structure of the guild and under relaxed circumstances. "From Cedar, you say?". Joh thought for a second. He'd only recently been there. "The way from Fiore is quite long indeed. Well, you'll probably be glad to hear that the guild offers hearty breakfasts and warm beds". He figured that that would be something anyone would be interested in after just stepping off a boat that had taken them across a vast ocean.

"Oh, by no means, friend. I enjoy talking to the people that I meet here, and you seem like a nice fellow", the Ambassador replied, following Zeke's gaze up to the guildhall. "It's an impressive structure, right? They certainly didn't go humble. The Magic Council, that is". The Council had, of course, in large part financed the construction of the palace-like building that was now home to the soldiers and recruits of the guild. "Maybe I can take you there? If you'd like, that is. You can tell me about your interesting trip along the way. Oh, and if you have any questions, don't be shy. Just go ahead and ask", he raised a hand, his thumb pointing at the guildhall. The young man, Zeke, seemed like he had some interesting things to say, and his youthful fascination was unapologetically invigorating. Perhaps the young man was up for a stroll through Amber's streets.

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When the young man asked him where he was from Johann's gaze would leave the other's face, the heterochromatic eyes centered on the ground as he lowered his head for just a few passing moments. If Ezekiel was perceptive enough he would perhaps be able to discern that his smile seemed to have grown somewhat sad, as had the silver-haired man's features, before he looked back up with the same expression as before. "I was born on this island. Not many can say that about themselves these days, I assume. That was before they rebuilt this place, rebuilt Port Amber". Johann was an open book, but the tragedy that had wiped most, if not all civilization from Amber Island was still fresh in his mind. How couldn't it be? There was no single event that had changed his life more. For better or for worse, that he had, even after all those years, still to find out.

He was unaware of what Zeke was thinking about what he had to say, and indeed, the notion that Johann, who was notoriously bad at reading people, could read minds would've amused him greatly had it been spoken aloud. His perception, on the other hand, was flawless, a skill that he had learned during his long time as one of the Vice Presidents of the West Fiore Trading Company, which, coupled with an admittedly uncharacteristic amount of experience for his perceived age, he looked much younger than he actually was after all, and the abilities that the Second Seal granted him making interpretation something of an easy feat. Sometimes, at the least.

"They did, but the guild and the town have been growing rather nicely if you ask me. Should've seen Port Amber when they started out. Ten shacks and a dock that could barely hold a fishing boat", the silver-haired man chuckled at his own joke. While that was an understatement for sure, he couldn't help but feel proud and accomplished. What he considered his hometown had grown back to its old proportions, and indeed, was steadily growing bigger still with every merchant that decided to settle here, with every shop that opened, every family that was founded. He hoped that perhaps and in due time, they could turn the port town into something akin to a small metropolis. That would be a vision for the future, however.

He acknowledged the fact that the newcomer did seem interested with a friendly nod. "Whatever questions bother you, Zeke. I don't mind", he replied, taking a few steps onto the cobbled road that led from the docks through the city and eventually the guildhall itself, beckoning for the young man to follow him. He would listen to him while they walked, the streets of Amber still relatively empty, considering the time of day.

"That sounds like you had a rough start to your journey", Johann commented with a grin, with a little streak of nostalgia remembering his own beginnings as a mage that were not too terribly different. He remembered ferrying supplies from Hargeon to River Village just to make a few jewels as a hired hand like it had been yesterday. Some things really never changed, indeed. "You and your magic are at odds?", Johann asked in his usual rather direct fashion, the statement sticking with him. "What kind of magic do you use, if I may ask? Perhaps something connected to that bow?", the Ambassador inquired curiously, eager to learn more about the man that, if everything went as expected, would soon be one of his recruits.

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"Nothing to be sorry about, Zeke. I'm certainly not. The past is the past, isn't it?", Joh smiled once more as he glossed over the other's apology, happy to shift the topic of the conversation to something else. While he had said that, the topic was, contrary to the man's words, somewhat sensitive. He neither meant to or wanted to dwell on the subject for any longer than he had to, though, of course, he wasn't sure if Ezekiel even knew what had transpired on this island. He couldn't blame him for asking the question, certainly, that thought would be nothing short of ridiculous. The young man was simply curious, as was Joh. It was better to just move on.

"It's a pretty good life. The guild owns the island and, using the privileges the Magic Council granted, gives certain benefits to the traders that chose to do business here. I can't imagine that Midi and Minstrel are too happy about it, Amber is cutting into their profits, after all, but I think they can take a little hit. The crazy-rich snobs in Minstrel especially". Joh commented in a casual fashion, perhaps letting a little too much ideology and politics dictate his thoughts and words. The silver-haired Rune Mage disliked playing this side of the game, but after spending a good portion of his life in Minstrel as one of the ... not quite as fortunate members of their society, he had developed a set kind of underlying disdain for Minstrelian culture, something that every-so-often would show rather clearly. "I certainly prefer Amber Island", he waved his hand, almost dismissing his own point as to show that he didn't mean too much by it.

"You're not wrong. Sometimes it does", the Ambassador answered truthfully, chuckling softly at the boy's joke. He had a point. "At least the fish's always fresh, though", he offered his own comment. While it was true that Amber was, for all that it was worth, still not as impressive as the bigger cities on the mainland like Era, Magnolia, or Crocus, it was lively when it should be. "You should see the festivals the people come up with. Just recently we celebrated the Fall Equinox. Just the decorations alone were beautiful", the man reminisced briefly, turning to Zeke with a smirk, "I'm sure that, if you stick around, you'll catch the next one. Hopefully soon".

It did seem that their casual conversation would slowly fade the closer the got to the guildhall, however. With every step, the large stone stairway up the hill drew closer. Considering this, though, it seemed that Ezekiel wouldn't let Joh's offer to answer questions go by unused. "The guild provides free housing for all its members. Most guild members actually live in the East Wing of the guildhall itself, although they certainly aren't required to live here or anything of that sort. If you so desire you can live in Port Amber, or elsewhere entirely. As long as one adheres to their duties as a guild mage, of course, but with magic, I don't imagine that that is much of a problem these days", the man explained without much complexity or embellishment. It would simply come down to whatever the young man preferred.

When the topic of magic came up, Zeke denied that the bow was part of his magical abilities, swiftly correcting the Ambassador who, obviously interested, listened to the boy's explanations. "A book ... called to you?", Joh followed up in a questioning tone. "Terrifying, huh?". The Ambassador's voice held a distinctly thoughtful tinge as he inquired. It was a curious case, certainly nothing that Johann had heard of before, but it was probably not too far-fetched. He'd seen a lot of strange things over the years, and the young man's explanation was thus not unbelievable. Quite the contrary, actually. "Make sure you don't get yourself wrapped up in any bad business. Magic can be erratic, especially if it's of the ancient and enigmatic kind. I suppose that-", the warm smile returned to the man's expression, the Ambassador giving the other a nod, "-as long as you use it for the right purposes, any magic can be a good thing. Make sure to keep an eye on it". The man's curiosity had been piqued, especially after the young man mentioned that it was terrifying, but in what way Joh would not ask. It was, for the lack of better words, none of his business what magic Zeke did and did not use. Nonetheless, the man hoped that his word of advice would stick. He knew all-too-well what it meant to be surrounded by dark, intrusive magic. Magic that, if wielded by the wrong person, would consume them and leave nothing but an empty husk, a shell of the person that they had been before, driven by naught but the desire for more. He'd seen it many times ... he had felt it.

Anyway, as they arrived at the base of the stairs, the Ambassador quickly rid himself of thoughts like those. He was certain that Zeke knew what he was doing, and that, in no time, he would demonstrate that he was a capable mage. This, though, brought him to another thing that poked his curiosity. "Any other questions you have before we see about getting you admitted to the guild?", he asked, stopping and turning towards the new arrival. "If you don't mind too much, I also have a question for you. Say, Zeke", he began, his tone changing, the casual tone vanishing as if on command, a somewhat more cold, neutral, almost business-like tone replacing it, "I assume that you are familiar with the ... particularities of Dies Irae, right? The guild's work, moral code, and goals?"

In honesty, Zeke seemed like a nice and friendly person. Polite, certainly, seemed like he appreciated a joke, but the work of Dies Irae was ... brutal, at times, leaving the Ambassador wondering if it wasn't too brutal. He hoped that the young man had it in him to take upon himself the burden that every member of the guild would, and if he did not know in detail, Joh would provide the same to him as long as there was still turning back.

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When Ezekiel continued to delve deeper into the nature of his magic and delivered an explanation that was in equal parts still enigmatic and enlightening, Joh would continue to listen with curiosity and interest. It seemed to the Ambassador that, whatever this magic actually was, it wasn't covered so simply by a bit of casual conversation. From what the young man described, the magic itself was old, judging by the fact that most people, according to Zeke, couldn't even make sense of the writing that detailed its use, and Johann had to admit that he had never heard of a case that resembled something akin to what the newcomer was describing. Perhaps, the man thought, perhaps the Second Seal would know more based on the fact that he had been around for ... well, forever.

"Mars", Johann thought the name, directly addressed the entity that lurked within his body, the gnawing stir in the back of his head a clear indicator that the creature was listening. "Do you know anything about this Magic, does it ring any bells?. The deep, almost distorted voice of Mars would echo through his mind as soon as he had finished the question, an amused, cackling giggle introducing the Lord of War.

"Tssehehehe. What do you think I am, vessel? Your encyclopedia?".

"I'll take that as a no, then. Thank you, Mars, helpful as ever". The Ambassador had to stop himself from sighing out loud. To Ezekiel, it would most likely look as if Joh had simply lost himself in thought for a few moments. Indeed, he seemed to ignore the comment regarding the guild hall, his thoughts occupied with that same matter, but the silver-haired mage had no particular interest in making this side of himself known, though it was not like Mars' presence was a secret. The Ambassador and the Seal shared an odd relationship, to say the least. To label their relationship to each other as that of dysfunctional siblings was perhaps the most appropriate way to describe it, although, of course, neither of them would acknowledge this fact while simultaneously knowing it to be at least somewhat accurate.

"It's my pleasure, Johann, as always. Tssehehe ...", the creature mockingly mimicked Johann's tone. With another cackling laugh, Mars would retreat back to silence, the Ambassador's own thoughts claiming the man's mind for themselves alone once more.

Considering the Seal's presence within Johann, the man could relate to what Ezekiel said, likely more than the young man realized. The constant struggle against magic that vehemently insists on controlling you, to give everything you have, thoughts, body, even the soul, up to something, someone else, had taken its toll over and over again in the past, and it still did. There were days where the man wondered if he was nothing but an empty shell for the Nephilim to inhabit, that he himself had died a while ago, but he still felt, he still drew breath, and that was what mattered. As Ezekiel spoke and explained, Joh's expression gradually took on a more stern and serious tint, his brows ever-so-slightly narrowing. What the boy described didn't seem optimistic, but Johann knew the feeling, speaking up in the hopes he could offer some kind of positive outlook on the matter, and, in a fit of desire to help the young mage that stemmed from his own experiences, his assistance. "Well, I am speculating, but if your magic is hard to control then you'll just have to gather some experience. Learn its in's and out's, become stronger, and take control of it".

This time, the man couldn't hold back his sigh, clearing his throat. "Forgive me the presumptuousness, I don't know enough about you or your magic to make assumptions, but I would like to learn more. Perhaps, Ezekiel, I can help you learn. Help you control, and assist your training, should you be interested". Now, in front of the guild hall, was not the time to talk about a topic like this one, though. "Let's discuss this over a much-needed breakfast later, if you're up for it".

When the conversation shifted to a more serious note, Johann acknowledged Zeke with a nod. "I see". His answer was simple, but it didn't need to be much more than that, in his opinion. He had no intention of inquiring about his decision to prefer Dies Irae over the Rune Knights or Sabertooth, hopefully affirming the young man's determination. "In this case, I think it is about time, Ezekiel, that we officially admit you into Dies Irae".

Without much thought, Johann allowed a fraction of magic to flow through his body, a glowing rune flaring up on the right side of his temple for just a second, radiating with faint, azure energy before fading away once more. Simultaneously, the back cloak adorned with golden and sanguine hues as part of his ambassadorial uniform appeared on his back and around his arms, Johann, without much ceremony, reaching into a pocket on the inside of the uniform. He fumbled for a second before producing a corked vial of liquid, the fluid within colored in a distinct crimson. "I, Johann von Weiss, as Ambassador of Dies Irae, welcome you into the guild, Neophyte", he spoke with the same tone, official, serious, but with a solemn tint to it, uncorking the vial. With a swift, fluent motion of his hand, he beckoned the liquid, the red ink that would form into the guild's mark out of its container, the crimson-colored fluid, surprisingly, following the motion, flowing through the air before hovering above his open palm, suspended and contained in a field of magic, awaiting the Ambassador's command. There was only one thing left to do now. A question that was arguably easily answered.

"Now, where do you wish for your mark to be placed?"

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When the young man asked him if he "ever felt that way" before explaining what he meant by that in greater detail the Ambassador had to actively suppress a pained grin. The irony of his question was too apparent to the silver-haired man, although the inner struggles Johann were and would probably remain unknown to the newcomer. For the time being, at least. "Kid really hit the nail on the head, didn't he? Tssehehe ...", the cackling echo of Mars' voice rang in his ears once more. As usual, Johann opted to simply ignore the Second Seal, the most effective method to deal with his constant chatter, unnecessary comments, and incessant giggling. Instead, his brows furrowed ever-so-slightly, Johann not looking directly at Zeke, but responding with a tone that seemed steeped in a forced impression of amusement. "Well, I can certainly relate to that".

The young man also explained that he did not feel strong enough to control his magic yet, Johann giving the boy an acknowledging nod. "I'm sure that it'll come with time", he replied simply, retaining his position of confidence. Briefly, he thought back at his own path to becoming the mage he was. A path steeped in blood, laden with difficulties, pain, loss, grief, but also, in the end, determination, the will to persevere. The Rune Mage couldn't help but smirk. He'd not been alone along the way, and neither would Zeke. It would be hard, undoubtedly, but if he put his mind to it, Joh was certain he would get there in the end. On that same note, the young man seemed to accept Johann's proposal, Johann giving him another quick nod. It was ultimately up to Ezekiel whether the young man would want to seek out his help or not, the Ambassador figured he would have to give the newcomer that space, considering this experience had to be quite new for him. The prospect of breakfast, though, seemed to overshadow that particular topic for the time being. "What a coincidence", Joh chuckled to himself once more, smiling. "I imagine we still have a few hours until Lunch, so the breakfast buffet will be yours to enjoy".

Zeke seemed initially surprised with the title Johann had used to, in all officiality, introduce himself to the young man that would turn into one of the guild's Neophytes. Titles, of course, were a concept that the Ambassador rejected in their entirety, which incidentally also explained his preference for a casual introduction, but the structure and hierarchy of a guild required such. Indeed, it was quite the necessity, especially for a guild that was was built upon such structures to a considerable degree such as Dies Irae itself. Etiquette remained etiquette, and as one of the guild masters, Johann had to follow it. A gentle smile would find its way back to his face upon the young man's expression of hopefulness, a barely noticeable, soft chuckle leaving his lips while the ink was still suspended within his grasp. "Do not worry, my friend. I am convinced that you will make an excellent addition to Dies Irae". With that and the unbuttoning of a spot on one of Zeke's pant legs, the Ambassador would give the young Neophyte a solemn nod, stretching out his palm, the ink, almost as if it possessed an intelligence of its own, following the small nudge and floating over towards the bit of bare skin. Upon touching it, the liquid would lose all form, seeping into Zeke's leg like liquid into a sponge, as if drawn towards him, before immediately twisting into shape, forming a red cross, that, after a moment, would automatically adjust its hues into Zeke's preferred color of choice. With that, the relatively simple initiation was already complete, and the young Ezekiel was an official part of Dies Irae.

"Once more, Zeke, and now officially, welcome", Johann's spoke with a deep breath, returning to an almost casual tone, "To good cooperation, my young friend. I hope you'll enjoy the time you spend with us here on Amber Island. That said, though ...", the man's expression shifted into an almost devilish, cheeky grin in clear anticipation, chuckling at the thought of the poor kitchen staff having to endure his appetite this early in the day. His smile, however, also reflected happiness, a genuine feeling of accomplishment and excitement lingering at the thought of filling the ranks of the guild with one more comrade in arms, his tone cheerful as he finished his sentence.

"... I do believe that we have a buffet to raid".

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With optimistic attitude, the Ambassador turned around on his heel while once again beckoning the now Neophyte to follow him over the stairs that led up the hill to the guildhall, beginning the relatively quick ascend to the wide granite archway and the portal behind, which formed the entrance to the Throne Hall. Banners of red, white, and gold adorned the polished walls and pillars of white stone. It wouldn't take long before the two would enter the guildhall itself, the interior sharing much of the guildhall's outside appearance. The same red fabrics could be found inside as well, the red and orange light of the morning sun shining into the expansive room and illuminating it in its hues through several tall windows, giving it an almost mystical appearance. Johann stopped for a few moments to allow the young Neophyte to take in the first sight of what would be his new home for the foreseeable future before gesturing to one of two hallways that split into opposing directions on either end of the Throne Hall itself. One, of course, would lead to the East Wing, where Ezekiel would later find his new accommodations and the other one to the West Wing, where the much desired Mess Hall and other services of the guild were located.

Johann chuckled to himself. He couldn't blame the boy for focussing his curiosity on the buffet he had mentioned. "Don't worry, I'm sure they can feed us both. At least I hope so", the Ambassador grinned, "We'll find something to your liking", the silver-haired man reassured. And it was true. Given the number of mages the Mess Hall served daily, the buffets that the kitchen staff presented to the members of the guild on a daily basis, consistently so, one might add, was nothing short of a miracle. Of course, the more or less secretly gluttonous Ambassador had placed great care in selecting the team himself, including their head chef, Benvolio, a man Johann shared some certainly curious history with. He wouldn't make the young Zeke wait any longer, though. Leading the way down the hallway, the two would eventually reach a set of heavy wooden double doors, wide open as if to invite any hungry guild member inside, though not without Zeke asking Joh a question that admittedly came somewhat unexpected to the God of Ishgar. Initially, Joh was noticeably lost for words in search of an adequate response, settling for an answer that was in equal parts dissatisfactory and yet disturbingly truthful. "That would be ... a complicated explanation, to be short", the man smiled somewhat awkwardly. After he had so relentlessly questioned Zeke, he felt that it would be unfair to leave it at that, though, following up with "I'll go into detail over breakfast, if that is alright with you". At least this way, Johann could offer Zeke the answer he felt he owed the young man.

Back on the topic of breakfast, already, the smell of spices, freshly baked bread, and sizzling bacon, among other prevalent breakfast scents, would linger in the air noticeably. Entering the Mess Hall, what would immediately stand out were, of course, the rows of tables and chairs that lined the space, evidently structured so to be able to host most of the guild at any given time. One side of the Mess Hall, though, was lined with a single long line of tables placed before the open kitchen, cooks, as well as kitchen personnel, constantly attending to what Zeke would potentially recognize as a large buffet. And what a buffet it was. Offered were not just traditional breakfast foods such as the aforementioned fresh bread, bacon, but also scrambled eggs, different sausages, soups, cooked and steamed vegetables, but also more hearty options. The service was excellent, and as such, one could find a lot they desired as the ideal breakfast amongst the offered items. The Ambassador turned his attention to Zeke, gesturing towards the assortment of foods and dishes before them, the other undoubtedly eager to indulge in what the Mess Hall had to offer. "Well, there we are. All of this is yours to enjoy, Zeke. After you".

After the young man had gone ahead, Joh, too, would move to the buffet, grabbing an empty plate before snatching one of the available omelets for himself, paired with a healthy portion of steamed broccoli and a good stack of breakfast bacon, his beverage of choice, as it was most of the time, being fresh Earl Grey. With meal in hand, the Ambassador would find an empty table if Zeke hadn't already sat down somewhere, or instead join the young Neophyte if he had already sat down. Preparing his tea, the man would address the other, who was likely eager to dig in, once again, continuing where he had left off earlier. "So, you asked about magic, hm?". The question was, of course, rhetorical.

With a swift and almost practiced motion, the Ambassador raised his left hand to shoulder height and brought the right hand to his left, unceremoniously removing the black glove that had previously covered the extremity. This, of course, revealed not just the skin beneath, but also the dozens upon dozens of small lines that covered it almost entirely, rows of black, runic scripture following the next rows. Of course, what Zeke couldn't see was that almost all of Johann's left side, apart from his face, was similarly covered in black runes. The man lowered his hand again, placing it on the table in a leisure way. "Tell me, Zeke, how much have you heard of the tale of Ragnarök?"

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