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The withered creature bows and nods to you slightly, dried lips forming something of a smile. "Greetings visitor, no doubt you are either an illusion sent by the old man, or you are someone sent to stop the dreaded prophecy from occurring." He lets out a dry chuckle at his speculation, "It is of no matter, my name was Maxmillion,
once a mage of some worth who taught and studied at the Daerlorn Academy. Now, as you see, I am just a mere prisoner of Helvectus' apprentice, doomed to live out the remainder of this life in a prison of filth." He smiles, which ages him even further, "My prison keeper has become careless however, I have discovered his means of travel, so I can send you to his general location, where you may confront him, be you that foolish. Ask me of my portal spell and I can send you there." A bloody cough escapes his lips and he falls to the floor in a ragged heap.  "My brother would get such a chuckle 
if he saw me in this place now."

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