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There was screaming coming from the city again as there so often was these days. Socrastotle frowned as he turned away from the ancient tome he had been studying and drifted across the floor to the window, looking down at the great city of Arcoscephale spread out below his tower.

It really was too much, these screaming fits the populace seemed so eager to indulge in were becoming more and more common these days. No doubt Eriopis the Strategos would soon come running up the stairs to Socrastotle's tower with another rambling tale of some catastrophic defeat. The three centuries old mage sighed, wondering what he paid all these mortals quite so much for.

After all if they couldn't deal with 100 feet tall flying eight legged semi-illusionary horsemen then what was the point in having them around? Still, he couldn't help feeling that their was some sort of solution that was just evading his formidable powers of deduction, hovering at the edge of his thoughts - a solution to all his problems.

It struck him just as he heard the footsteps hurrying up the stairs of his tower, the idiot Eriopis already crying out some confusing tale of disaster. Sorcrastotle instead hurried across his study and gleefully snatched up an elephant tusk that hung above the fireplace. If he were to coat his tower in a layer of this resilient material, might not that muffle the constant sounds of screaming that so disturbed his research? As the wailing reached a new crescendo the old man nodded to himself with sudden firmness. At this point anything was worth a try.