And who determines what seeing clearly entails? "Now everything is clear," cries the mage after speaking to one tricky spirit, and suddenly the Dead are popping up left and right. Troublesome.

[Not that he has to deal with them any longer, thank goodness, but still. Millenia of servitude have left their mark! He takes a moment to yawn, sharp white teeth flashing in the sun.]

Just thinking about it is tiring. So, moving on to more practical matters... you wish to know my name? Very well. I will offer mine only after you offer yours.

[Cats, man. Persnickety creatures.]