But he could only see the flames in the rift, unable to notice the colorful bubbles slowly wriggling on the Mithril chain buried deep in the flames for thousands of years, like the wine sediments at a feast.
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At four-thirty in the afternoon, Seviss was idly wandering the streets.
Jago has become quite busy now. Although he looks almost the same as before, the Ranger knows her old friend is no longer the same. Jago used to be very straightforward, without so many twists and turns in his mind; he'd rather spend time maintaining his guns than doing paperwork. In his words, it was "a waste of life in the name of God."
Why is Jago now proactively attending meetings?
