User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-27550231-20161118055722/@comment-27550231-20161120071757

He crosses his arms and chuckles.

"What? I thought we were friends, friends don't force their friends to be their champions."

Jorge walks up to the floating blade and takes it.

"I offer you the memory of a land long forgotten. A land from my realm in wich an equestrian species ruled in peace, one with nature. A land filled with a vast and powerful magic. Though their magic was not enough to save them from our technology."

"I will not be your champion, but I will not forsake what you have done for me. What kind of a friend would I be if I did?"