**The fog is generally thick this morning. The early hours of dawn it had its arrival. But it was not alone. For a traveler was walking in it\'s secluded darkness, out of sight of all that could see in the dim. Upon completion of his long journey from the mountains, he is happy to be around the living once again. He looks around the area and takes in all that there is to see. Things have changed. Things have changed a lot since he last visited here. For when he was a small child he was taken from the warmth and comfort of his home to a high secluded location in the mountains. There, a master of great power taught all there was to know about the archaic art of the magic of the dead. Many years had passed and he had mastered most of the skills. Only most, for the day came where his power welled inside of him, and he overcame his master. And his teachings ended. Now he has returned to more populated areas, seeking the knowledge of ages passed. The knowledge of things more powerful than anyone could fathom. He comes seeking knowledge, and with knowledge comes power, and with power comes respect. For he will return to man\'s awareness, and his actions of the past shall be reconciled, and he, and his kind, will have retribution. He is Archane, Master of Archaic Things, Knower of Knowledge, Keeper of History, Leader of Wisdom.**
**The doors of the Temple of Laanx open and a fog fills the room. The doors shut and the fog disseminates and there is a shadowy figure that stand in the center. All attention on him he announces:**
I hath returned. Your people debt to me their knowledge and I demand my fee. He who objects shall not be known to exist no longer. I fool thee not. Now show me to your knowledge.
