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Clarent soon approaches the two and rubs the back of his head. "Sorry for the whole trying to kill you thing. My former Master made me bloodthirsty and I couldn't help myself." Creed, in his ethereal form, having found footing on some plane of reality, walked over and clumsily grabbed the man's wrist, eyes glued to his hand. "That's an interesting ring you have on there, my good man." He says, trying to see under the hood.