[b]For Old Times Sake[/b] [i]With a flash, it was done. No explosive entrance, yet, it was majestic all the same. The figure of Alonfé shone through, forming in a bright green pyre. The flames receded to embers falling softly to the ground, like little fireflies. His cloak shone and whipped in sn invisible wind; this Archsage was the same as you knew way back, but stronger. His East Indian appearance provided sharp features, yet not too pointy as his ancestors were. A white tunic, plate armour, and a thicker beige tunic all lay underneath a brilliant, war-tattered cloak, decorated with gold sigils. The tunic draped down to his knees, one sided like a toga, before the robes gave way to pants; padded and armoured. He laughed. [/i] Bout time I came back! [i]He walked around to a few tables laden with food, gobbling anything sweet. Speaking with a full mouth, he said:[/i] Who wants to spar? For old times sake!