Sacred Stone Monastery, Day 7, Evening
The ancient figure replies in his dry, cracked voice, "You are not of this order of...monks? I have long lost interest in the charms of woman - or the desires of flesh." It seems impossible that this old man heard Nariah's whispered suggestion but he clearly has. He lets out a cracked sigh, "I Should have known visitors would bring more visitors, I only wish to be left alone to my studies. he mumbles half to himself. He speaks an arcane word and there is a flash of magic, then he says, "Ah, you wish to use your fey powers - deceitful perhaps but not malicious. The monks could not convince me to join their cause, I doubt you can.
Just then Illvilious nudges Nariah forward, in the pitch dark she stumbles on a step. "Forgive me, I have no need of light and no desire to make you feel welcome here." Illvilious feels the old man's gaze turn on him, "There is no need to feel ashamed of calling my home run down, it has not been maintained for centuries. So long as it keeps the wind off my papers and the rain off my books it serves its purpose."
He turns his attention to Errol, "It is solitude that brings me to this place. Everything I once loved has passed, and the legacy left by my brothers and me would as soon kill me as look at me. But I sense that you are not truly interested in what I study, but being polite in order to engage me as an ally? I have no desire to ally myself with you, nor be your enemy, please leave."
As the conversation continues it becomes obvious that whoever this is, he is very insightful, answering questions you do not voice and addressing emotions you try to suppress.