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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Serpenteye" data-source="post: 1388508" data-attributes="member: 1492">Sandorel, once again back in human size, reclines in the chair. Though his Ioun stones relieved him of his need for sleep and sustenance he nevertheless felt weariness creeping into his mind. Even while studying the tomes he kept straining his ears for every noise and his eyes would often rise from the pages to scan the room. It was more than simple tension that made him weary, though. His recent experiences had changed him. It was not his attraction with Brystasia, or the companionship they were a part of. Nothing quite so mundane as that. No, it was the battle with the Seer and the part he had played in his death that was affecting him so deeply. Soon entirely new methods of wielding magic would be within his grasp, another step on the path of infinite potential.  Weariness eventually wins over wariness and Sandorel casts Mislead, creating an illusionary replica of himself while making himself invisible. Maintaining the spell with a minimum of concentration he takes off his boots and armour and lies down on the Seer's rich bed. He spends the night in meditation and thought, resting even while he's maintaining the spell.</blockquote>