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Cornelius Pendergrass entered the main hall. The old wizard looking around. Cornelius was known, at least in passing by nearly all the lands. A traveling scholar, if a little [i]unorthadox[/i]. Which is exactly what made him the perfect disguise. Most people had heard of the esteemed Cornelius Pendergrass, but few had ever really met him. He is one of the greatest scholars of the ages, with most libraries housing more than a few of his works. “Good evening. Good evening.” Cornelius Pendergrass said as he stepped forward with a curt bow. “My Lord, if you are offering any room in the castle, where shall you sleep?”