Aquos returns to the room hastily belting on the robe that was left lying on the floor when Iserd used her curse to turn him into a swarm of rats. He blinks rapidly as if trying to process the information given him, then when he does, the blood drains from his face and he looks as if he is about to faint.
"It is gone? But, but..."
The tiefling's shoulders droop, his head drops til his chin is nearly resting on his chest and his twitchy ears for once fall still.
"Ah, the world is a darker place now that the light of knowledge of the Bradan Feasa has gone out of it! I am sure you did what you could to stop it. Gloom and despair until a bitter end, now, I fear. Alas and alack, I find myself made speechless with the loss that rises within like a black tide that drowns hope..." Aquos raises his head and looks scandalized at Borric's suggestion that he simply find a new fish but there is a new light in his eye. "A rededication? Perhaps there is more under those plates of armor than the muscled oaf I took you to be!" He gets a far-away look as plans begin to churn through his mind.
Finally, he shakes his head and turns back to the group. "I am restored because of you and you, you have returned triumphant from the mount of dwarves and the nest of that viper, Iserd! Such heroes! Even if you couldn't save the Holy One that is no reason to not cherish those accomplishments! Knowledge is not dead; tell me what you learned during your sojourn into the depths of Khuldun."
