"Honestly, the fact that you've abandoned me is truly striking me to my core.", Averoth sighed.
A Fourth Stage clone of Salamandor frowned, "You've made troubling allies."
"Friends of a friend I'd say.", Averoth smiled.
Crossing his arms Averoth looked into a broiling pot of mysterious liquid. Twisting his nose Averoth instead opted to poke fun, "Still, for your main body to be pushed this hard. . . did all that time being imprisoned by the Crimson Immortals hinder you more than you thought?"
The clone did not respond.
"No way. Really??", Averoth was visibly stunned, "What did they do to you?"
Salamandor frowned, "A number of things, they always take personal offense to any form of life prolongment. My method is especially effective, so I was subjected to a number of tests. Not that it had any permanent side effects, I'm just. . . rusty."
