"Ah... You've done it, you've... found me. Is there anything you wish? Why don't you come over... and try this with me?" Sinclair's room is filled with talismans, piled in every corner and hundreds are attached to the walls. Sinclair is hunched over in the middle of it all, focused on making more and more talismans. It's starting to injure him physically, but he doesn't seem to care. "The talismans... shouldn't be too sparse. But... there shouldn't be too many of them on my body, either."