"Don't listen too much to the oracle. Sadly, Rodney is possessed by ghosts that make him tell terrible, terrible lies. One day I shall free you from their grasp, my friend. One day!" Promised Rake, a single tear sliding down his face.<br/><br/>"Yes! Welcome to the company! I'll arrange a thank you gift basket of local cheeses and meats! Goodnight Onyx!" Cheered the sorcerer as Onyx went to bed. He looked somewhat hesitantly at Rodney and Kate, not quite sure what to make of their fast connection. "What do you say, my dear? Freeeeee gifffft baskeeeeet?"