previously on the adventure zone. Moira, we need to get ourselves a magical,

intangible weapon. I'm thinking it's time our friends here met the Enchanter.

I know you're searching for answers about the origins of the magic that dwells within you.

If you have the time, you may find it prudent to inquire about your abilities while in

Sylvain. I understand you need to see the Enchanter and I must also insist that you make your

introductions to the interpreter as is custom for those who serve to protect Sylvain from the world

beyond. A massive shape lifts up from the darkness below you. It is an unthinkably gigantic

gray anthropomorphic cat. And it says, the people of this world know me as the Enchanter.

You may call me by my name. I am Heathcliff.

So the three of you are standing in front of a chasm underneath this city. The air is still.

There's just the sound of water dripping from the catacombs behind you and the purring of this

enormous gray cat with a white patch of fur on its gargantuan belly in front of you. And

Heathcliff says, I prefer to keep my dealings clean and concise, but I can assume that with your

current knowledge of Sylvain being what it is, that would be quite impossible. So I have what

you need and you have what I want and I do not want this interaction to be interrupted by your

ceaseless questions. Lovely. Yes, much like that. So maybe we could get through this quickly.

Before we move on, yes, I'm a gigantic cat. No, you may not pet me. You may not pet me.

No, you may not pet me. I just met you. Any other questions before we start? I have one sort of

query that ends in a tarot bang. A talking cat. Yeah, get used to it, Mr. I'm breaking all the

rules over here. I'm I talk. Yes, I'm the size of a moderately sized building. Yes, that too.

I defy expectations in so many ways, but you've decided to settle on my power of speech and so

that's sort of your bag. So what are you doing down here? I'm a little bit too big to fit anywhere

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