Seemingly unsurprised by your presence the figure merely turns his head a fraction and from beneath the cowl, pale lips reply, "The Animus flows strong here." You begin to ask who or what he is, but before you can finish, the figure moves with unnatural speed and leaps from the cliff.

Rushing to its edge, you look down and see nothing but a deadly drop below. At least, deadly for any human. You did not get a sense the figure was responsible for the storm, but seemed instead to be drinking from it somehow? Lightning arcing overhead snaps you from your reverie. You have no time to wonder where the figure went. You need to focus on where you are going.

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