|Thirteen was sitting alone in the middle of a circle of roses, a candle in her hands, her eyes were closed and she was taking slow and deep breaths. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at you, she slowly stood up and gazed at you with a tad bit of confusion|

“Your not dead..Ah! I know you! Your the famous sorcerer kid! The House Of Lamentation was the other way.”

|When she spoke again she sounded more calm|

“Now that we got that settled, I’m Thirteen, what’s your name, kid?”