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[Nephrite]

"It's hard to forget. Remember when that..." He waves his hands wildly. "Something came up and just destroyed it! I don't think I ever remember figuring out what that was..."

[Anastasia]

"I remember Veren and Pepo...there's Lucy in Aurora, too, but she seems happy there," Jetina says, "Do you remember that shocker lizard?"

[Nephrite]

"I do." Moore says with a nod. "As for Lucy... I was really disappointed she didn't remember me. But... I think everyone who got out of there is leading their own life. If they ever want to find me, they can find me. I don't think I want to interfere with their lives if they're leading them peacefully."

[Anastasia]

As you walk, a figure approaches. An old man who walks with a walking stick, wearing old, rather tattered clothes. He's stone bald and has a bushy white beard, barefoot.

[Nephrite]

Moore blinks a few times but raises a hand in greeting. "Hello."

[Anastasia]

Jetina rises and bows, "Healer," she greets.

"Ah, ah, I'm not one to honor. Lord Ilmater is, or Lord Raziel." The old man says, "I am but a humble servant...and you are someone who is suffering greatly, Duke Moore."

[Nephrite]

"Is it that obvious?" Moore asks with a small smile that hardens into a serious expression. "It seems there are a lot more side effects to whatever Orcus did than I realized."

[Anastasia]

The old man bows low to you, "I thank Chronias that you are alive, Duke. Many would not be. I am Hallar, of no house and no name."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, but... I suppose I'm blessed to even be able to be speaking to you, considering everything."

[Anastasia]

The old man reaches out, taking your chin with two fingers and bringing you to meet his gaze. He studies your eyes as he adds, "Most die when they're cursed by Orcus. The strong such as you  may survive, but it's usually only a matter of time. That you've made it here would alone at least save you, even if you were bound to these springs and unable to proceed further. For there are scant few cures for the deadly magic of Orcus."

[Nephrite]

Moore's eyes glisten with a faint determination, if nothing else at the moment.

"I can only imagine the horrors he can manage to inflict on others." He says quietly. "I will do whatever I must."

[Anastasia]

Your chin is let go, your arm taken and inspected. "A good attitude," he says, "Have you had any fatigue or sudden lapses of awareness, or a sense of dissociation from your body?"

[Nephrite]

"Fatigue." Moore responds affirmatively. "I've almost fallen asleep a few times on the way here... but..." He gestures up and over his head. "The light's kept me awake and conscious. I've... I think I've had a few lapses into daydreaming, if that makes sense."

[Anastasia]

"I see." Now your other arm, "Any muscle spasms, speaking with words not your own or seeing the world as dead or dying?" Your other arm gets a close look at, wrist tapped a few times.

[Nephrite]

"Nothing of the sort." Moore responds.