K'Warra: *looking around for something* If you think this is the hells, you're stupider than I thought.
Elizabeth: What are you looking for?
K'Warra: Give me a moment...
*Voices speak throughout the room on Kvana's entrance*
Two of the undead come to see us...
What do they want with us?
They disrespect us with their presence. We will not speak to them!
It is the mage Kvana Clare...
*Kvana ignores the voices. He takes a beautiful sword with a blade made of red glass and a hilt studded with rubies from his robe. He carefully places the sword on the pedestal in front of the largest statue in the room. He stands back and chants a line in an obscure language. The statue begins glowing*
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