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[i]You arrive outside the townhouse. Red brick, and darkened windows.[/i]
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Rogue walks up to the entrance and knocks.
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[i]A feminine voice is heard from inside,[/i] "Come in!"
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Rogue enters.
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[i]There is a thick layer of dust on the floor, as you hear a sound from the first room on the left.[/i]
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"That's...a lot of dust." Rogue mutters. He heads towards the noise.
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[i]You find a woman sitting in a leather armchair, ruby red skim, blazing snake pupil eyes, and two feathery black wings.[/i] "Hello!" [i]She says with a smile.[/i]
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"Hi."
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"Head right through there." [i]She points to the fireplace, which explodes into flames and forms a portal.[/i]
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Rogue glances at Alvin, who somehow appeared next to Rogue. Alvin nods and heads through the portal. Rogue follows him.
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[i]She raises an eyebrow at Alvin, but then you enter. You appear in a large and sandy desert, with a blazing sun overhead. Her voice rings out across the dunes, "You'll now find you can do magic. Make something small, and simple, yet interesting."[/i]
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Rogue snaps his fingers, and a tiny sandstorm forms in front of him. The storm grows smaller until the sand makes up a cube of sand. An ornate sword that seems to be made of marble rises from it. "I'm surprised that's where your imagination took you," Alvin says. Rogue looks at him, questioning whether it was a compliment or an insult.
