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A man fades in, seated at one of the tables and rubbing his temples. Over his face is an ornate mask of a snarling ebony colored wolf with holes for his eyes and an empty space between the beast's snarling jaws for him to speak. At the back of the mask his shoulder length black hair is tied in a tail. The man's eyes are closed.

"Gentlemen, contrary to Lord Titan's speculation the Brink is not a threat to dimensional stability. Nor can it be used as a weapon in the method that Lord Kraken suggests. I have conducted extensive research on the Brink and its inhabitants and based on factual evidence I do not believe any course of action involving a surgical strike against the entity or any alliance offering aid to the Archangels would be..."

The man stops, opens his eyes and looks around.

"Ah ********."

"Eh, you too Tacitus?"

The man places his hand on the direwolf mask and removes it. Malazar stashes the facewear in his coat and looks around.

"Sometimes, this place has really bad timing."

He sighs and unties the tail his hair was swept up in. The shoulder length black hair falls in a spray around his head. He doesn't look pleased.

Malazar watches Torment for a second, probably contemplating just how much he wanted to tell you, if it was any of your business at all. Whatever conclusion he reaches, Malazar does answer.

"The Slayer's Guild on my world is worried about this place, worried to the point where they may decide to do something about it soon. Hopefully, I will be able to speak with Tavin before that happens."

"Pops? Hey, ******** off. And that vision is... accurate. Though they're going to have trouble getting here. Bah, whatever."

Malazar stands and heads to the bar for a drink.

"Eh? Oh, hah, I thought you were talking about me with that comment."

Malazar roots through the bar and procures a half-empty bottle of an unlabel russian vodka. He chugs the bottle in one go, heralding the end of the feat with a belch.

"Ah, good s**t."

Without another word, he lobs the bottle at Torment's head like a shot out of a cannon.

Malazar sighs as the bottle sails through Torment as the man fades away and crashes on the ground.

"Ah shoot, wasted a perfectly good bottle."

He grumbles and walks over to pick up the pieces of glass as Tavin greets the room.

"Ah, Tavin arrives. Hello, hello. I've been needing to talk to you yes? I'm Malazar if you don't remember, nice to meet you."

"Why, its very simple."

Malazar smiles as he disposes of the glass.

"I need to learn how to use the powers of the Brink."

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"More than anything else? That's simple, learn. Above all else I'm a scholar, a recorder and a perserver. Afterall, if we kill the dragons, there will be no more adventures to find them."

Malazar clenches his gloved fist, staring at it for a moment before continuing.

"Science can only take me so far, without magic my abilities are limited. Because this place permits no magic, to discover its secrets I must first immerse myself in them."

Malazar frowns and stares at Tavin.

"Know, this is not an easy thing for me to ask. Know, that to use a power before understanding it is the most dangerous of tasks I know. I am an old man, and I have not lived this long by taking risks."

The frown twists into an angry scowl. Malazar twists his head slightly, so his long black hair doesn't obscure his watery blue eyes.

"Yet, I have somehow found myself entwined with this place in a method not to my understanding. I fear that if I am to survive that which comes I must understand, or else I shall be limited and weak when I must be unrestrained and strong."

"Now, the same question to you. Why Tavin, what is it that you want to do here and why are you doing it?"