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The old man motions slowly for her to stand and offers a hand to help her do so, explaining as he goes.

"I'm sorry Madame, as you can see the Master is currently, hm, unwilling to receive visitors. I am Reinard, and am, hm, pleased to meet you face to face this time. Feel free to move and speak now that he has lapsed but please refrain from, hm, disturbing the relative silence."

"Nono, it was my, hm, pleasure to be of service. As they say, anything for a beautiful lady, Madame. Hm, yes, we have met once before. In this very, hm, room if I may so say. Though at the time you were not aware of it, when you visted these quarters before it was my own domain that you, hm, attempted to gain access to."

He smiles kindly, green barred eyes shining.

Reinard smiles broadly.

"Ah, yes, I designed that particular method during a rather interesting fiasco with the Thirty-First Tundran Council of the North Quarter. Oh what a delightful challenge it was! You see, the 31st had recently under went a change in, hm, policy, and we were dispatched to repair relations with the... Oh dear, I seem to be forgetting the business at hand to go off rambling on another story. It certainly was a pleasure meeting you Madame but we must let the Master rest. He is on the "brink" of some very startling discoveries you know."

He winks at her roguishly and makes shooing motions towards the door.

"And do not worrying about the Master firing upon you again, I shall make sure the systems do not detect your exit from the room. Tah-dah Madame, please shut the door on your way out and I do so hope to see you again."

Malazar's door opens and the man himself backs out of it. He laughs at some bit of indistinct conversation that can be heard from inside the room and waves as he closes the door. Malazar is dressed in a plain black t-shirt and dark blue sweat pants with loose cuffs. Over the shirt and the pants is long blue overcoat tied loosely by chest high white cord. On on shoulder is a small symbol, partially hidden by Malazar's unbound shiny black hair which falls in waves nearly to the center of his back. He gives his overcoat a tug and turns towards the main room.

--Exit Malazar to Main--

*Sweat beaded on Lucas Blaize's forehead. He twitched to the left and right in his bed, once again in the midst of a nightmare.*

*He gasped and awoke, bolting upright.*

*Luke looked around. His chest still hurt from the sudden movement, but...it was nothing like before. He understood where he was, now that the drugs had worn off, and he had mobility.*

*Luke lifted his hands. He tested them. He slowly squeezed his right hand into a fist. His fingers complied, and his bicep tightened. Greatly relieved, Luke tried his left fist. They were stiff to be sure...but the pain was greatly decreased. He wouldn't be getting into a fistfight any time soon....but he was functional.*

*Finding newfound purpose, he ripped the blue cloth from his left hand and gave a small grunt. His right arm still didn't feel so hot...*

*Luke barely considers it. He tore the cloth from his other hand. Pushing away the covers, he rises to his feet. He clenches his eyes for a second. But he then pushes the pain aside. <******** the pain, he thinks to himself. Though he doesn't know it, the attitude has been gleaned from coaches of years past. Just ******** it. Get up. Get out.*

*Luke's entire body moves as though he just got off a treadmill, testing the ground beneath his feet, as if re-learning to put one foot in front of the other.*

*He is soon inside the main room...*

*Exit Luke to Main Room.*

*Maggie mumbles something incoherently, only slightly conscious now, and very disoriented*

*Bard half-runs down the hall to room 7. He triess the knob, finds the door unlocked and enters*

Tavin... Maggie! What in God's Name...!