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The figure looks at Cleingle.

Figure: I don't know. But at least from here you can hire a carriage. I sense a great power has come to Nirn. An ancient enemy. My friend, I did not take you just out of kindness. I sense greatness in you. Do not let it go to waste.

The figure sighs. A ball of golden light erupts from him and he changes from his dark and mysterious form to this.

Figure: The time for secrecy is over. My name is Azarain Velothi. I am the last of an ancient order, made to keep evil destroying this world. I was known as Archangel. I have known many great people of the years, but never have I sensed such greatness as from you. Know this, Cleingle. Vidron returns. And I am the one of the only ones alive who can stop him. I must leave you now.*Azarain places a hand on Cleingle's shoulder.* But remember, Cleingle. Anything is possible, if you believe in yourself. Never lose hope. You are strong, whether you know it or not. I once met a man. His name was Yargon, a Redguard. He stopped a horde of Vampires from taking over Nirn. But his greatness does not even compare to what I sense in you. Believe, Cleingle, and most importantly, hope.

And with that, Azarain disappears, leaving a massive bag of gold in front of Cleingle.