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"Ah, hello lassy. How are things back home?"

Malazar flips his book shut and take his feet of the table to give Cora his attention.

Malazar cocks his head to one side, bird-like.

"Really? I thought your world was near perfect in every way. You prefer the Brink to it?"

He seems honestly confused.

Malazar nods at Cora's words.

"Aye, that certainly does make this place sound better doesn't it? Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't give up my world and my life for offers of man or god. But... the Brink has a certain quality that I miss, peace."

He stands abruptly, heading to the bar for a drink.

"I just hope to whatever powers that watch this place that when its peace shatters it doesn't take too many of us with it."

Malazar roots around in the bar for the half empty bottle of apple juice.

"I'm surprised you haven't noticed it, being an officer of the law."

He finds the bottle and pours himself a glass.

"There's more to this place than simply dragging all of us here to interact with one another and get a brief respite from the world. There's something... lurking in the backround I guess you could say. You can see it on Tavin's face, and on the faces of some of the older members when certain subjects come up. It is my belief that we were drawn here by a reason, probably as part of a conflict that is physically drawing people for its resolution. I don't know what my purpose is here personally, I doubt any of us, even Tavin, do. But I am sure that we are affecting something important in ways that may only become clear in the very end."

He downs the juice, clearly wishing it was something with an actual kick.

"I'm just hoping that's not too late."

Malazar grins at Cora.

"That's why I do my research, and harry Tavin to teach me of the Brink's powers whenever I see him. I want to be prepared to the fullest extend possible, for whatever it may be."

Malazar's eyes widen slightly. The hand holding the empty glass quivers for a moment and the other unconsiously drifts to his waist.

"Watching us? You've met him? Are you saying... that the trouble stalking this place has a face and a name and can actively affect us?"

He closes his eyes, and crosses the room. Stopping at his table he drops into his chair and picks up his book. The stylus slides easily out of the binding and the book opens to just the right page under his expert fingertips. Malazar takes a deep breath and opens his eyes again. He glares at the empty glass in his other hand, sets it on the table, and speaks.

"Come, sit across from me, and start from the beginning. Don't leave anything out, nothing you saw, heard, smelled, touched, spoke, or even sensed. It could be important, all of it."

Malazar sighs heavily and mutters under his breath.

"That's what I was afraid of..."

A strange look comes into Malazar's watery blue eyes. A look that reminds you that while he looks like a young man he is most certainly not. A look that reminds you of the few times you have seen his normally covered arms, legs, and neck and the myriad of scars that cover them and the rest of his body as well. It is a hard look.

"Cora, even though it doesn't look it I'm nearly 90 years old. I'm a old dog of war that has seen more combat and more horrifying sights than you could possibly image. Whatever you say will not disturb me, surprise me, anger me, embarrass me it may. But you need never be reluctant to speak simply for fear of upsetting a person. Sentinent beings thrive in conflict, and what may seem world shaking one day will be learned from in the future. That is what has kept our species alive in every situation and world they have been placed in. We're are lawful people by nature, but also chaotic. Now please, tell me everything about this person and your later conversation with the 'Captain.'"

Torment slowly faded in crouched down upon the ground, eyes closed and head turned down towards the ground. He slowly lifted his head, weakly almost, and turned it, spitting a spray of blood and spit onto the floor. The feathered wings upon his head were singed and as he slowly stood up he spit once more, a tooth bouncing across the floor. Now that he was in the Rbink he began to feel extremely light headed, not able to keep up the healing process.