iv) Fassn sneezes thrice

Fassn sneezes thrice, the ancient mortar clouding his senses. Blinking hard, he scoops from the wall a small mound of the stuff, tastes it from his gloved finger. “Door,” he calls out suddenly, his voice loud and hard. “Know you the works of Old Ajralan?”
“Sure,” the door says.
Fassn takes another scoop from where Cang had kocked the stone loose. This time he sniffs it.
“Old Ajralan would like you,” says Fassn. Making a faltering gesture, his eyes largely closed, he adds, “Door, may you have your fill.”

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