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As Mnemosyne nears the border spotting the suspected form standing politely outside. 

A guest maybe, a stranger nonetheless. 

Viskani's orders were clear. Speak to them, and permit access only when necessary.

"Hello." He greets kindly, then he fixes his posture accentuating his large form. "What leads you to our borders?"