Raunst waived her off, intent on his quest. Whether or not the medallion rested within these tattered walls made no difference to him. He was consumed with a desire to hunt. Like a bloodhound on the chase he could almost smell it. There was something here, it excited him, deep in the pitfalls of his own mind. In the darkest places an illumination was shining back at him. An image emerged before him, a man. Raunst could no longer place himself in a dream or reality. He stood from his place on the floor and extended a hand out to touch the figure in front of him. The stranger in a light suit had a serene look on his face and didn’t rush to speak.
Raunst had never met this man before, but he could feel that the two were not strangers.
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