A portla opens up in front of you and a hooded figure walks out.

Their hands gleam bright purple then turn back.

You hear it say, it worked.

I'm pulls the hood of and you see Planarian.

You sigh with relief.

He says he was, talking with an old friend in hell.

I am needed here, aren't I?

Beware of demonwolf, her intentions are sinister.

You stand up, relieved.

What's all this talk about owning things, shadow has a child and WWT has flame.

BTW, the shippers are in quetz I think.

-Planarian