MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
The touch seared its imprint onto the parchment, a rapidly-blackening space leaving a coil of brown smoke that wisped away into Canis. "The contract... is sealed," the Collector declared, his voice loudly imperious for no real discernable reason. The scroll was waved--as if to dry it, or perhaps let it cool--and then rolled up and tucked almost gleefully into the impossible folds of his cloak.
"As for whether your magic will detect it, and how--that I cannot say. But-... You will know it when you see it," he added, and then offered a sweeping bow. "Until we meet again, Scorch; it has been a pleasure doing business with you." There was a flash--and he had vanished; a strange, soft rustle, audible just barely to the sharp hearing of the owl, continued for a moment where he'd been--and then, silence.
@Scorch