Kip: *eye narrows, a snarl breaking across his face he slams a button and makes the picture go away* Golbez….

Drake: *eyes Kip suspeciously, running the blade along his finger* You seem to know each other well.

Kip: He grew up in this Tower. I was his teacher in magic… in battle… and all things mind-magic. Yes… I know him. He is my target.

Drake: For what reason does a teacher turn against his student? *more suspecious*

Kip: *punches a button and brings up a picture of himself, as he used to be* Alterations… They can destroy a man’s soul. Take his mind. Twist his body. They can implant compulsions… that one cannot fight… nor control. I have nothing else left in my life but to carry out what was programmed into me.