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"Plans" he speaks physically "plans are destroyers of worlds, and of sensations... life is to be lived, not to be simply thought about. A thought can be a powerful thing, and must therefore be controlled carefully... "
He waves his hand to catch the staff rising to him as his other hand produces a large crystal ball from his robes. He sits the crystal on a table, and taps it twice with his staff. After a while of staring at the crystal, he puts it back in his robes, seemingly contented by what he did.
"Now, as for a name... you may call me Aramion" the last word echos through physical and mental both "I believe that will be simple enough for the dwarf to pronounce..."
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