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"Some of them...others need to be handled with great care." Simon replied before placing his feather back onto his hat. He could sit here and explain all what he needed, but he was on a time limit. Every now and then, he needed to cast the spell in order to keep himself young. It was a headache, but Simon had lived too long to just sit around and die. "I will give you the first ingredient and you will track it down tonight. However...if you run...or if you fail to get precisely what I ask for...consider yourself bird food." he said softly.
"Now...of course the guards will recognize you looking the way you do...so, I'm going to cast a spell and I will decide whether or not to make it permanent."
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