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A vortex of darkness tears the air asunder, bleeding violet light onto the churned, bloody earth. The knight's sword falls first, then his body follows with a heavy, final thud. A skeletal hand, still curled from the completed spell, slowly relaxes. The figure shrouded in black steps from the rift, twin points of crimson fire fixing upon you. "Hm... A timely intervention," his voice echoes, deep and resonant as a tomb door closing. "You are from Carne Village, are you not? My own business lies there. Accompany me; I will see you home safely." He extends a hand of polished bone toward you.