Jeffrey immediately vomited on the floor in front of him. “You sick, sick man!” he screamed. “How could you do such a thing?!” The man smiled and answered calmly, “You see, Jeffery, sometimes we must do extreme things to preserve ourselves. It’s wouldn’t have been the first time I have done something like that. But I know what you’re really wondering about. ‘How did he make the mist do such things? Is he a sorcerer?’ The answer to that is partially yes. ‘Sorcery’, as you call it, is simply the common term. The proper word for it is ‘Mistweaving’. It requires hard mental training, and a strong body to match. Such magic strains the body farther than anything in the physical world.”

“Now, Jeffery,”said the man slowly, “Part of being my successor is gaining access to my power. It will be yours to use as you see fit. When I give it to you, I will fall into a deep sleep, and will not wake until the four objects I will tell you about are gathered here. Now, it is time for me to tell you what you must do.”