Evo_Escariot
Artisan
The magus screws up his face in concentration as he reads the music. "Five flats... That's, damn it, um, B flat minor." He clumsily hums his way through the melody, like a child reading a difficult book. But his eyes light up as he reads, and by the time he's done, a bit of a smile is tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Perhaps--" he interrupts himself: "--Thank you, Elly. Perspective is exactly the word." He contemplates a bit.
"For now? I think we need more information before we visit the Iron Lord Carroristo. What manner of being is powerful enough to heal his mind, yet free to walk in the Dark Reaches without breaking any pacts? I know the Dragons are barred from entry. Did all the Gryphons also promise to stay out? As long as his mind is not whole, we are in peril visiting hi-" Evo's voice catches slightly, "-his realm."
"Perhaps--" he interrupts himself: "--Thank you, Elly. Perspective is exactly the word." He contemplates a bit.
"For now? I think we need more information before we visit the Iron Lord Carroristo. What manner of being is powerful enough to heal his mind, yet free to walk in the Dark Reaches without breaking any pacts? I know the Dragons are barred from entry. Did all the Gryphons also promise to stay out? As long as his mind is not whole, we are in peril visiting hi-" Evo's voice catches slightly, "-his realm."