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	"Call me...Nort. Or Mort, if it's easier for you to remember. Loki, eh? I don't need to worry about tricks or treats now do I?" Nortrom asks, a small smirk forming ((A tad late, but hey, better late than never.)) Nortrom then quickly refreezes his cold exterior, going back to his emotionless stance. "...So....A test? I wonder what about....I wasn't told overly much when I was transphered here. It was..all a blur...to be honest."
	Nortrom remembered little from the time right after he killed his uncle. It was, as he'd said, a blur, a jumble of lights, noises, and feelings. Turmoil, relief, tinges of regret at first, and then..a clear feeling of freedom, and no worries. The world had been opened with an explosion......
	Nort seemed to go off into memory lane for a moment, to Loki, Nort now gazing into the sky. "......all a blur..." He mutters.