GlassEye
Adventurer
Aquos pulls at his ears in either dismay or frustration or indecision. He looks around at the mostly empty room and sighs deeply. "No acolytes. And, truth be told, I'm the only worshiper. Even my services as sage are rarely needed here as the knowledge contained in my library is mostly historical or esoteric in nature and the common man desires little of either...
If you don't have the magic to hand, and neither do I as an academic and lay priest, then traveling with you seems to be the best, perhaps only, option. I suppose I could board up the library, take those books with me that touch on the topic of gates." He gazes at Sylvain. "The problem, sir, is that this seems to be one of the famed gates of E'n but some of what you tell me and your theories, madam, imply that it is something more. Without close examination and study I couldn't even begin to formulate a thesis."
His eyes glaze over and he is obviously considering the prestige he might gain in whatever academic circles he corresponds in. Suddenly he snaps out of it. "I'll need Forzer's Atlas of Known Gates, the Coppergreen Chord..." The strange tiefling rushes off to collect books and bits of strange gear he has laying about all the while supplying a running commentary on his research needs. Apparently he has been convinced to join your expedition.
If you don't have the magic to hand, and neither do I as an academic and lay priest, then traveling with you seems to be the best, perhaps only, option. I suppose I could board up the library, take those books with me that touch on the topic of gates." He gazes at Sylvain. "The problem, sir, is that this seems to be one of the famed gates of E'n but some of what you tell me and your theories, madam, imply that it is something more. Without close examination and study I couldn't even begin to formulate a thesis."
His eyes glaze over and he is obviously considering the prestige he might gain in whatever academic circles he corresponds in. Suddenly he snaps out of it. "I'll need Forzer's Atlas of Known Gates, the Coppergreen Chord..." The strange tiefling rushes off to collect books and bits of strange gear he has laying about all the while supplying a running commentary on his research needs. Apparently he has been convinced to join your expedition.