"Even though the Azem I knew isn't you?"

He walks further in to join Felih. He can hardly recognise some of the trinkets lying around. Some have purposes which defy his memory.

"He was a rascal. He sent me so many odd things I could never find a use for..." Hades brushes a hand over the back of one of the seats. "Like mentor, like student, I suppose," he says with a sigh.