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The two walked into a three story tall library, shifting staicases connecting it to other dimension doors. There were no platforms for the doors, so it seemed as if they needed to pick the right moment to walk through, many robed figures walking down the moving staircases. There were lines and lines of knowledgable texts, and many floating bookshelves along with them. "Williams! How are you doing lately?" Kreggins asked, walking over to the large wooden table that the robed man sat at. The place was very luxurious, very beautiful in nature. And suddenly Kreg was holding a bowl of grapes, freshly picked they seemed! Very strange because no one had come to give them to him.

"We needed to get away, and it is easy to pass from this realm to anywhere on the Material Plane much faster. Plus it's nice to visit my old home once in a while. As for bringing you; you're my new adventuring partner! this is a good base of opperations that we can store all of our treasure in and come back to for resources." The halfling said, eating a few more grapes. "Want some?"

"Hello Kreggins! It has indeed been quite a while, has it not? Two years in the least. Nice to see you again, friend." Williams exclaimed, looking up from his work, "How did living the normal life work out?"
"Not so good; too boring" Kreg replyed,
"I'm sorry to hear that, what happened?" The robed man asked
"I became too bored! That and the old shaby town I was staying in was gonna burn her at the stake. Old way-ers they were. So I stepped in, and now I'm back in the adventure bussiness!" Kreg exclaimed, grinning; his face mask-hood now taken off. His face was a bit childish looking, though he has stuble and a long slash from a sword from his cheek to his ear.

"They can train you!" Kreg said exitedly, not minding her apparent destress, "and that 'city' back there lass was no city at all, it was very small by most standards. They also followed the old ways. Most of the Northern region, or any bigger city, allows all types of people into their gates. Think about it! You could preach the word of your creator, and gain a bit of cash while your at it! You could likely help these Lords of Dust as well, with your funds!" The over exited halfling exclaimed, chewing on some more grapes.

Kreg Grinned exitedly, almost hopping up and down in his chair. His bowl of grapes dissapeared suddenly, as if he dissmissed them, and he got up. "We can start tommorow!" he said, hopping up a bit.
"There are rooms we can use for the night, for the time being. Follow me, if you will." Kreg ran over to a staircase and began to climb up them, as they shifted and aim into a doorway; green and translucent. It led into a long corridor, with many dorm rooms where they could sleep. He opened two doors and walked into one, leaving the other for her.

((I gotta go, cya Scelero biggrin ))

Kreg woke up the next morning and put on his thick cloth armor, plates of leather sewed in to it. He already has his dagger on him, which always seemed to be somewhere on him, so all he had to do was ruffle up his hair back to its puffed up curly state. He suddenly remembered his new life again, grinning widely he got up, already a bowl of grapes in his hand as he walked down the twisting corridors to The Core library. He chose the long way so he could finish the grapes before he had breakfast, however large the bowl had been; bigger than his head. The roguish little man entered the rather large; actually huge room, and began to climb stairs, waiting for the fanatic of an unknown god to wake up. He was soon at the top, a large platform that held many magic making devices, scrolls, books, potions and potion making bottles, and the like.

He ran down the steps, jumping from one moving staircase to another as he danced about absent mindedly, practicing his acrobatics as he did. He landed silently and lightly on the ground, his cloak waving up and then slowly down as he stood up. "Hmmm" he said, walking over to the table and hopping up to the human sized chair, another bowl of grapes appearing on the table in front of him. He pulled the heavy bowl onto his lap and began to gorge himself, stuffing handfulls of the stuff in his mouth. A half-hour passed since he had the feeling it was time to go back down from the top platform. He watched as several bluish green rimmed, clear portals open up from the beginning of that spance in time, Soul's Members walked through and back out, books in and out of their hands. He liked them for the fact of how secret--and successful in secrets--they were, and how knowledgable they were. They were even able to teach him some cantrips from the two years he was part of their 'family' no one ever left the family either, exept that one time... that one... "b*****d" he said to himself, looking off into the distance. By chance he was looking at a dwarf, who was staring right back, now angry.
"What did ye say, boy-o? Ye want to be part o' me halfling stew, ye say?" He said, approaching him. Great, it was a blood-fire dwarf too! He looked from side to side, hopping off the chair and running off, flailing his arms and legs wide as he threw the bowl, large to him as it was, aside. "Gahh!" he slured, pulling open a door and rushing through the portal. It was the hallway his and Aspen's rooms were in, and he was glad the alchemist only was trying to scare him, not following him into the hallway. He saw the priestess of the unknown god, Seeing her walk out. "Hullo!" he exitedly said, walking up to her; reforming his experienced stance.

"Pretty well... I guess" Kreg said, remembering the dwarf. "What do ya say we get going on that adventure we've been talking about?" He moved off, toward the door he came from. "So, do you have a weapon? Because you'll need one, I'm sure. And besides that, we need to stock up on a few things." Kreggins adjusted his face mask, ruffling his short hair before he checked himself, seeming to check a few things off. He had a small bag with him, along with several pouches on his belt. "I think I'm ready, exept for the potions we need to pick up. How about you?" He asked, walking through the large main chamber. The bowl on the floor was fine, so he picked it up, Nothing was on the floor, and as he turned it over, the grapes showed that they hadn't even fallen out! He continued to eat them while he walked with her, toward the West Wing.