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Fenris was completely out of view now as Taisen returned to his seat on the couch, sighing and plopping down onto the cushions. The seat was more comfortable than most of the furniture in the Pinnacle, largely by virtue of the fact that it wasn’t falling to pieces through the ravages of antiquity. He laced his fingers together behind his head and leaned against the back of the couch, staring at the walls of the room, only half paying attention to the tapestries that adorned the walls at first. After a while of letting his eyes wander around the various scenes, his interest grew, and he broke the heavy silence. Taisen: Do you know much