[Raistlin was a master at blending into the shadows. At the moment, he was sitting at a bench, in the shade of tall buildings, his cowl drawn over his face. He had tried to explore the City without tiring himself, and as per usual, had noticed something wrong with its citizens. The deities certainly kept themselves busy.]
[His lip was curled into a scorn, hands tightening around the Staff of Magius. How disdainful those beings were! How he longed to overthrow them - to take their place. Soon. Soon . . .]
[He saw a girl walking towards him, wearing garb that he was unfamiliar with. She seemed to be singing a song - something about mother, before she seemed to be sick. He could be sick too. He wanted his mother back - or had wanted her back, a long time ago, when he was a younger man.]
[Now he was alone. Alone in his ambition. Just the way he had wanted to be.]
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[His lip was curled into a scorn, hands tightening around the Staff of Magius. How disdainful those beings were! How he longed to overthrow them - to take their place. Soon. Soon . . .]
[He saw a girl walking towards him, wearing garb that he was unfamiliar with. She seemed to be singing a song - something about mother, before she seemed to be sick. He could be sick too. He wanted his mother back - or had wanted her back, a long time ago, when he was a younger man.]
[Now he was alone. Alone in his ambition. Just the way he had wanted to be.]