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The blade glinted even in the dense clouds that overwhelmed the senses. Like a lighthouse guiding lost ships, Jareth spotted the familiar figure ahead. Clad in flowing robes adorned with intricate silver embroidery, the mage's attire shimmered faintly, catching what little light pierced the fog.

A soft glow emanated from the staff he carried, pulsing gently and pushing back the mist just enough to reveal his friend amidst the gloom.

Garryn… The name escaped his lips, a breath caught between relief and disbelief. It had been too long—

You should know, better than most—there are consequences to threatening a mage. Friend, Jareth said smiling, his voice steady, but the words trembled with the weight of memories. He could almost hear the echoes of their past, the rush of adrenaline, as they shared danger.

With each step forward, he felt the air thicken with unspoken tension, memories crashing over him like waves. He remembered the bitter moment he had awoken to find Garryn gone, the panic clawing at his chest.

Dreams had recently come to him—visions of Garryn, trouble closing in, and the haunting call for help that pulled him from his sleep.

Jareth's heart raced, not just from the urgency of the moment but from finding out his friend was alive, and well. He reached out, letting the soft glow of his staff wash over Garryn, the warmth spilling like sunlight on a cold morning.

Its been far too long- he continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion. But I knew I had to find you. I needed to know if you were okay.