His thanks are brief, effortless, and come as he does indeed sit- a single flyaway statement as he smoothes down his robe accordingly. It is not a robe of Amaurotine origin. Such, after all, was quite the ordeal to wear in Solvunn's seasonal warmth, so his attire here is distinct by thinner material- yet it follows the same convention of those from so long ago. Long, nondescript. Dark, with long sleeves and a large hood- though perhaps a hint of sentimentality could be detected for the fact he would not wear Amaurotine black here.
Yet were his choice of attire a signal of sentiment, he had his limits. There is no mask. Not even secured about his person. And as he glances to and from passers by, he is silent. Not awkwardly so; absolutely not. The silence they share, to him, is akin to the comfortable, easy silence one is prone to when they are by themselves. Remnants of their link, perhaps. He knows not.
"You find yourself in the first settlement of the Solvunn commune." He states, softly- at uncannily, perhaps the most fitting moment. "To the north is the Kingdom of Thorne, and to the east, the territories of the Free Cities. Each of these nations, rather presumptuously might I add, have seen fit to use their magicks to call souls forth from other stars, other realities, and other time periods in order to further their designs upon a marvel that exists just beyond the borders of all three."
His gaze moves to a young boy in the distance, running along the square with a crudely carved horse statuette held aloft. A girl- more than likely a blood relative given the identical hue of their hair- runs after him with an identical carving in her hand. Quite an adorable sight, most certainly. But he finds his gaze returning.
"Thorne would use this relic's power in order to change reality into something they, and only they, deem better. The Free Cities would champion mankind as the masters of this star's destiny, and destroy it. Solvunn claim it sacred and wish not to interfere with it... in any sense."
A scenario that he, personally, had little interest in. More a curiosity than anything else, to see whether or not the flourishing life upon this star would end itself and all of its possibility in such petty squabbles over ownership of something none of them could understand. Or, whether or not mankind would overcome.
The sum of his interest, however...
"It is said that this relic is connected to all realities."
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His thanks are brief, effortless, and come as he does indeed sit- a single flyaway statement as he smoothes down his robe accordingly. It is not a robe of Amaurotine origin. Such, after all, was quite the ordeal to wear in Solvunn's seasonal warmth, so his attire here is distinct by thinner material- yet it follows the same convention of those from so long ago. Long, nondescript. Dark, with long sleeves and a large hood- though perhaps a hint of sentimentality could be detected for the fact he would not wear Amaurotine black here.
Yet were his choice of attire a signal of sentiment, he had his limits. There is no mask. Not even secured about his person. And as he glances to and from passers by, he is silent. Not awkwardly so; absolutely not. The silence they share, to him, is akin to the comfortable, easy silence one is prone to when they are by themselves. Remnants of their link, perhaps. He knows not.
"You find yourself in the first settlement of the Solvunn commune." He states, softly- at uncannily, perhaps the most fitting moment. "To the north is the Kingdom of Thorne, and to the east, the territories of the Free Cities. Each of these nations, rather presumptuously might I add, have seen fit to use their magicks to call souls forth from other stars, other realities, and other time periods in order to further their designs upon a marvel that exists just beyond the borders of all three."
His gaze moves to a young boy in the distance, running along the square with a crudely carved horse statuette held aloft. A girl- more than likely a blood relative given the identical hue of their hair- runs after him with an identical carving in her hand. Quite an adorable sight, most certainly. But he finds his gaze returning.
"Thorne would use this relic's power in order to change reality into something they, and only they, deem better. The Free Cities would champion mankind as the masters of this star's destiny, and destroy it. Solvunn claim it sacred and wish not to interfere with it... in any sense."
A scenario that he, personally, had little interest in. More a curiosity than anything else, to see whether or not the flourishing life upon this star would end itself and all of its possibility in such petty squabbles over ownership of something none of them could understand. Or, whether or not mankind would overcome.
The sum of his interest, however...
"It is said that this relic is connected to all realities."