He paced around in his private corridor, thinking about his prophet's new given advice.

"Keep enemies far........." He said out loud. He chuckled to himself. He has a certain perimeter he likes, how close are they? He wondered.

No one likes an unwanted guest...

The creature that he was put his black mask back on his face, only revealing his deep purple, devilish eyes.

Way to keep enemies away is to make them look deep into his infected eyes.

The thought of that made him laugh.

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Now, back to the question.....how far are these......newcomers?

He gets up from his chair and uses his magic to swing open the door for him. He wanders down the halls that led to the stairs, and down he went....deep under the castle. Into the dungeons.

When he entered her cell, she was mute.

Hmm, he thinks to himself. Not for long. He snapped his fingers and at the tips, a flame emerged.

When she sees him, she groans. "I'll tell you what I see, you want to know how close they are?" She whispers.

"Every. Detail." He speaks calmly.

She gulps. "Close enough to attack."

He nods his head. He then looks back at her and sees fear in her eyes. He smiled at her.

"Don't worry, I'm not in a mood for your entertainment today." He then walks out and shuts the cell door behind him. She may be in chains, hooked up to a wall, but he locks her in anyway.

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