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Zarkaeloth draws his sword and shield, then holds up his shield in a defensive position, ready for battle.

Zorvan appears, normal sized now. A lady in a dark red trenchcoat and a wide brimmed hat appears behind him. "Ah! Welcome to my lovely castle, friends!" Zorvan says, grinning. "My old master, and Zarkaeloth, the dragon! What a wonderful surprise! Oh, Carmen, the treasure room can be found by the gold lines, if you want!" He says, grinning.

"It's no fun if you know what I'm going to steal!" The lady says, laughing.

"Do I know you? I swear I haven't had THAT much..." He lowers his shield, but not completely sheathing his weapons.

"You don't, but I know you! A mighty dragon, with many, many powers! I don't know, but might I interest you some treasure from my personal horde?" He grins, doing a fancy bow while gesturing at a few golden lines on the walls.

"Oh, now you're just daring me to take it all!" The lady laughs again.

His charm glows a dark red just as he's about to sheathe his blade, he then stops and keeps it out, a safety repercussion he learned from many years of battle.

"No need for weaponry at this time, friend!" Zorvan says, gesturing to the castle around them. "You are in my realm, nothing will harm you without my permission!"

"Or so you say."

"Continue with what you were on about before..." Zarkaeloth then pulls up his hood and sheaths his weapons, keeping close hold to the charm, which was slowly turning a dark purple, then to black...

"You finally figured out this manipulation, eh, Zorvan?"

"Among other things! Let us eat! Follow me!" Zorvan grins and walks down a hallway marked in blue lines.

The lady pulls her hat down to cover her eyes and follows him.

"Absolutely. I always enjoy partaking in your rather interesting meal. I do hope you forgive my rather limited appetite. As you may remember, I rarely eat very much. But perhaps Carmen would appreciate my share?"

Zarkaeloth follows, keeping one hand hovering the hilt of his blade and the other tightly gripped to his charm.

They end up in a well lit room with no light sources whatsoever. Zorvan claps his hands and a table filled with all kinds of food appears. The table itself appears to be made entirely of a single piece of emerald.

Zarkaeloth leans on from what he could tell the west wall, and examines the charm further.

"Please, eat your fill! There is everything you could imagine and more!" Zorvan smiles.

The lady eats carefully, trying a bit of everything.

Zarkaeloth takes nothing and resumes to examine the strangely elaborate color of the charm.

Loup wanders in, glancing around with a slight smile on his face, seemingly out of it.

Zarkaeloth reacts, but in the sense that he acknowledged Loup, not that he was interested, then he resumes with the investigation of his charm, now turned white and black, white on bottom, black on top, the two colors swirling, and switching places.

"Is it showing those particular shades for a purpose?" Loup politely asks Zarkaeloth, looking at his charm curiously.

"Yes, but this is more than unusual..." He starts to rotate the charm, but no change, just continuous shades of black and white, constantly swapping places, at a very slow rate, but still discomforting to the half-dragon.

"Perhaps it has to do with my presence?"

"This realm in particular is a little... off."

"Indeed. But then again, each realm has its own particular type of strangeness. Particularly the ones created by people like my former student."

"Yes but this charm was not crafted to glow this colour, this is strange, it literally can't do this..."

"Ah, about that!" Zorvan appears behind them, even though the half second before he was sampling his feast. "My realm causes disturbances to most enchantments. It'll go back to normal when you leave!"

As Zorvan appears, the charm turns a blinding purple. "What the hell ARE you?!"

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