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“If you survive these sewers and escape, I will come to you again. There is much I must
investigate first so that we may find a way to free the Emperor from the dimension in which
Tharn has placed him. Only by his release will the truth come to light. Remember Talin,
Tharn has taken on the form of the Emperor, and no one will gainsay his word for yours.
Had I been able I would have appeared to the Elder Council, but my body lies close by, forgot-
ten and decayed. In this form I cannot travel far from my mortal remains.” Ria looked down,
her once wheaten tresses hanging limply as the ethereal wind diminished, “I cannot come to
you again as I have now. It takes energy I dare not squander.” 
She reached out and touched Talin on the forehead. He felt a slight tingling, like an itch
behind his eyes. A moment later it was gone. “I have linked us so that I can appear to you
regardless of the distance, but I will only appear to you henceforth in your dreams. The way
is safer and less costly. It is very important that you rest now and again, when you are safe.
It will only be during those time that I can reach you.” Ria looked into Talin’s eyes, “You are
entering a dangerous arena, my friend. One in which the players are beings beyond your
mortal comprehension. I see in your destiny the ability to transcend. There is a power within
you as yet untapped. Look for me when you have gained some experience in the world. You are
my last and best hope, Talin.”
Before Talin could respond the form of Ria faded from view. In the deepening gloom Talin
could feel the icy fingers of fear creeping slowly back into his flesh. Then the glint of ruby
caught his eye. He walked over to the niche and picked up the key. It felt warm to the touch,
and strangely comforting. He thought about his friend Ria, dead now though she clung to
unlife for the sake of justice. He thought about Jagar Tharn, who had killed his friend and
attempted his own life. Such evil could not be permitted to grow, or go unchecked. Looking
about the cell his purpose became clearer, as if his ruminations had opened a door to the
beginnings of understanding. Perhaps Ria had ensorcelled the
key to produce this reaction, he knew not, but a litany from his
old Armsmaster came to mind and he whispered, “Given
the outcome of certain death, die with a blade in hand.”
The cell door was a massive construction of iron and
steel. He paused only a moment to listen. The moan-
ing was gone, but from the darkness he could hear
dozens of tiny claws skittering and scratching the
damp mossy brownstone. Occasionally red eyes
gleamed out at him. Talin inserted the key to the
lock and turned it. With a groan the mechanism
released and the cell door swung open on rusty hinges. Despite
the noise nothing flew out from the darkness to attack. It was
as if the sewer itself had decided he was no threat, and turned
its back on him. “Tharn,” he thought, “you will not escape me
so easily.” Grabbing the candle from its holder Talin drew
both breath and dagger as he ventured into the darkened
hall...
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