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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Phoenix" data-source="post: 2553555" data-attributes="member: 16166">One of the men picks up the smaller purse as Rashul instinctively catches the larger one.  He seems no happier to take the money and his mouth seems opens to say as much.  Rashul's expression grows strange though, confused as he watches Jovik's feet for some reason.  The group begins to talk amongst themselves, but for Jovik it sounds like being underwater.Today was making no sense at all.  Unfortunately for the Jackal, things would come clear all too soon."Jovik the Jackal, it is your time to die."Mist flowed through the windows of the room, turning the inside of the building into a winter's morning.  The chill was almost intolerable, and before Jovik's eyes icicals formes on the load bearing pillars above him.  Snow settled on the boxes out of nowhere and the floor covered with ice that Jovik strangely could easily keep his feet on.Turning his head, Jovik looked at the man who had spoken to him.  Where he had come from and how he was so easily surprised was somewhat unsettling.  The man stood easily six and a half feet tall and wore a snow white fur-lined robe that swayed as he approached.  On his head an elegant golden crown set with obsidean pieces kept his long jet black hair out of his face."I am Zsath, the Spiritbanker.  I have come for you Jovik."</blockquote>