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“How do you know him?” Nathair asked with a clearly strained cool-headedness. His mood had changed rather quickly at the mention of Alessio.

Ah yes, we’re getting answers now. “Well, that is a long story. I hope you love long, boring tales.”

Exploding flash powder, Arsene drew up his best dramatic voice. “Once upon a time, there was a cunning, good looking thief named Arsene. He had been arrested by his twin brother, Sherlock, only to escape jail. Trust me, that was rather easy. After falling off a cliff, Arsene recovered, before going through with a carefully planned bank robbery. Guess who happened to be in the bank at the time?”

Not giving Nathair an opportunity to mess up his storytelling, Arsene interrupted once again with his charming voice. “Alessio! Yes, Alessio was there. Just when I was about to leave, the banker went insane and tried to kill me and Alessio, since he attempted to save me. So, I did the logical thing and rescued Alessio. But he didn’t appreciate my efforts, in other words, he tried to kill me, so we tumbled off another cliff into river.”

Nathair didn’t look happy with Arsene’s theater-worthy play. He sent him a verrrryyyyy strained look.

“Luckily, good luck is a part of my charm, because we both were found by a ferry boat. They nursed us back to health, giving me an opportunity to see what kind of treasures were there. I found a safe with unregistered goods, which I planned to open it. At some point, some crazy assassin broke the forth wall and walked into this story. How do I know this? Because he tried to kill Alessio, working for some insane man called the Necromancer. Alessio managed to escape and find me, as I was opening the safe. And what do you know, I get teleported to some kind of ‘Trial of Fear’ or something like that. And guess who showed up. My own brother, Sherlock. He was so happy to see me that he punched me in the face. Do you think that brute has any manners at all? Completely anti-social. One would think all our troubles were over, but we teleported to ANOTHER area after I opened the safe. Yes, the safe teleported with us. Well, after that, we ended up in a city, where I scammed a hotel for us. But Alessio had difficulty sleeping. To which, I mean, when he was having a bad nightmare, I woke him up. But he punched me in the face. I fell flat on the floor and cracked my head.”

Sighing, Arsene continued. “And, since this is obviously the afterlife, Alessio is probably panicking over my corpse. So, what do you know about Alessio? He mentioned you, as he punched me in the face.”