"There are very dangerous people who'd exploit Myst's powers for their own ends if they could find him," Cypher said as they headed up the stairs. "Aaron can deal with most threats and the few who get past him don't get past Chameleon. Aaron's the only person who I've met who's taken on Breaker and made him retreat, he's still got the scars from his run-in with our pyro friend out there."<br/><br/>They approached the door and Cypher was about to knock when a voice called from within.<br/><br/>"Come in," it called out. "I've been expecting you."<br/><br/>Cypher opened the door to a well-lit room where a man in his thirties was sat in a chair in the centre of the room, facing them. He seemed unremarkable, but on closer inspection his eyes were milky white, giving him an eery appearnace.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," Myst said, standing to greet them. "My guards are wary of anyone they don't recognise, they would not attack without my instructions though."<br/><br/>"This is..."<br/><br/>"Clarice," Myst said. "I know already. It is a pleasure to meet you, even if I can't actually see you."