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— Imperial Warren —[/center]

The mage sat on the ground and crossed his legs. He rested his chin in the palm of one hand.

"So you are from there, Tokyo. And how might my name end up on any list? Do you know it?"

He traced a line through the ashes with his finger, picking up a fragment of bone before discarding it.

"Well, I'm not. Not from there and apparently not from that world, or this one in case you were wondering. It has been dead a hundred thousand years or more."

Quick Ben added another line next to the first one and a third further away.

"We're in a Warren now, a place where magic comes from. It should be adjacent to mine but for some reason is now next to yours. I'm a little stranded right now."

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