(You burst into the ballroom, your feet tapping on the hard polished quarts floor, breathing heavily as you run on a time crunch, trying to be careful to weave in and out of the people having conversations and dancing, gaurds start to pour in from different sides of the ball room Maverick on your tail. your accomplace chace tosses the orb to you, and suddenly it merges and chooses you as its successor. Everyone gasps in disbelief as they witness a thief being chosen by such a pure sacred relic.)
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