Simon paces through purgatory, past all the portals, making rounds, and keeping an eye out for anything out of place. His wings are folded neatly behind him and his posture is straight as he walks. His expression remains a mask of calm. He glances over at one of the portals, hearing the soft whir sound of one activating for the 127th time today(yes he keeps count). He approaches, seeing you stumble out. He stops nearby..... Hello traveler. What brings you to purgatory?
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