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Edmund was ecstatic to begin his quest. Mother was right that the bloodbath wasn't a necessity, but he was grateful for her indulging him. Ever since the idea had come to him, the young Ancient had felt his inner flame giving off embers, restless and eager for that which was yet to exist. There was something just undeniably appealing about a giant basin of blood. And for the still new Ancient, it was a powerful desire. The hardest part in his mind was deciding where to put it. Where in the Climb would it be most accessible for other Ancients? But the spot also had to be somewhat private, so trespassers were less likely to wander in. Edmund's tail lashed at the idea of strangers entering his territory and stumbling upon a place crafted by his mother. No. Only Ancients should be able to access it. Everyone else would need to be escorted by one of his own. Edmund ceased the pacing he'd been doing, deep in thought, when an idea emerged. There was one other Ancient that might be willing to help. He didn't know the man's name, but he knew what he looked like. And that he had at least somewhat approved of the arch once he knew its purpose. Mind made up; Edmund searched the Climb until he spotted a set of diamond horns.  Leaping down from a stone pile, he landed beside Dantalion, "Hi! Remember me? I need your help with my quest from Mother." Short, sweet, and to the point. From what Edmund could tell, this Ancient didn't like to waste his time on anyone's terms but his own. Dantalion Edmund the prince of torchline