There were so many goblets, he didn't know which to pick. One of them was the one he was searching for. He eventually decided one, and filled it from the fountain. He took a drink.
The liquid felt heavy, deep and foreboding. He felt different. He was a member of the Lost Clan, he remembered home, learning how to craft jewels. He was a member of Death, a jewelrycrafter.
His appearance changed as well, his clothing shifting to what the death clan wore. He summoned his mount, a transparent shadowy Insanity horse with a black core, and mounted it. He felt more like himself now.
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