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"I'll proabably head to that meeting soon. I have an idea that I think might help, though it'll require access to a mystery dungeon," Burhalla said. "Thanks for chatting with me."

"I'd appreciate that, though right now probably wouldn't be good, since there's, ya know, that that needs to be fixed," Burhalla said, pointing with a hand up towards the Blacklight That Burns The Sky.

"Good to meet you too, Luz," Burhalla said. "And I haven't actually met any yet, besides you."

"...I don't think so," Burhalla answered.

"But is that really true?" Burhalla asked. "I've only existed for less than a week, and the real Burhalla has existed for years. And my friendship with Saltriv...is that real, or is that just from the real Burhalla?"

"Yeah, pretty much," Burhalla answered. "I don't know if I'm Burhalla, or just someone pretending to be him."

"I'm Burhalla, or at least, I think I am," the familiar said, looking over towards Luz.

Burhalla stood outside the library. It was a place of interaction, a place of relaxation, a place of truth. The truth was always comforting. There was no room for error with it. There were no secrets kept with it. You didn't have to worry that something being a lie when you knew the truth. It...