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When he steps into the light of the setting sun, you can see that Alexius has healed…and also changed. His skin now bears a strange blue-green tint, and his eyes now look green as grass, even the pupils. Though once again wearing his tattered Byzantine finery under his traveling coat, he looks as much a part of this strange place as the River warriors.

"I don't know what happened," he says, approaching the long table. "I feel better, though. Hey, Crowchar, have you made any money off these people while I was under?"