On a Spider's Advice...

Hearing the secretary admit Keys, Skaith leaves Tyndra standing slackjawed (no doubt at his vehement reaction) and follows the veiled gnome up the stairs... As he goes, he shoots a venemous look at the secretary.
 

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Acting rationally would be a start... Tyndra thinks to herself, answering Skaith's rant. Following him, she takes this time to really get a good look at her companions, silently wondering what the hell she was thinking in the first place. Balto's not going to like this at all...
 

You head as a group up the maze of interlocking stairs and quasi-stairs, the strange presence hovering behind you the whole time, along with the two scrying disks. You and the entourage eventually come to a blocky room hanging from a nearby stone protrusion from a chain, after passing a half-dozen bemused mages and getting up high enough that you start wishing these stairs had railings. The room is made of opaque crystal, and swings lightly in the air.

Whoever's in the lead pushes the door open - it moves easily enough - and reveals a wizened githzerai hard at work behind a battered metal desk. He seems to be drawing some kind of diagram on the parchment before him using a complex compass/sextant device. The walls are covered in three-deep layers of similar parchments, and you can see from this angle that they all feature the exactingly-drawn diagrams overlaid on maps of various parts of the city.

One of the golden disks zips over to the walls and begins scrutinizing them. Rr'Tashk is deep in his work, and a pile of books strewn about his desk prevents him from noticing you right away.
 

Skaith knocks gently on the door - trying to announce thier presence, but not startle the old cogger to badly. He seems to remember that the fellow was a bit skittish...

OOC: Updated my character sheet to include Rr'Tashk as well as Skaith's mother's name, Lyshha.
 
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OOC: Thanks for that, Ashy.

Rr'Tashk looks up from his desk, but doesn't appear to recognize you. The wizened githzerai idly rubs his bulbous nose with a free hand. "Yes, what is it? These Astral maps of the city aren't going to get done by themselves, and I have a staff meeting in a half-hour."

Tyndra and Skaith: [sblock]You each know enough about magic to know that the Astral Plane is generally considered to not be coexistent with Dromus. Rr'Tashk is either crazy, quite the dissenter from established arcanomagical theory, or speaking loosely. Possibly some combination of all three.[/sblock]
 
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Skaith raises an eyebrow, but says nothing about the githzerai's strange talk. He steps forward and speaks up. "Honored Rr'Tashk, I have little doubt that you remember me, but you are well known to me. As a child, I often visited Dromus with my mother, Lyshha. Do you, by chance, recall her?"
 

"Erm... Oh, yes, of course I remember her! What can I do to help?"

Tyndra: [sblock]There's an edge of nervousness to his words and gestures. Looking him over, you begin to wonder if he really knows Skaith at all.[/sblock]
 

Skaith smiles, "Ah. Yes, well, as you recall, Lyshha was not given to exageration or fancy. Neither is her son-", the pale man points to himself and continues without pause, "I came to you, for you were the only mage in Dromus that I know, and I think that you should alert your fellows to something. Something that was just a few moments ago, sitting upon the Orrey itself!"

Skaith goes through the entire ordeal, quickly and efficiently, leaving out none of the details. He corroborates his story by noting that not only did he see this thing, but so too, did Keys and Tyndra. Once he is finished, a look of distant hopefullness comes over his features and he looks to the gith.
 

Rr'tashk studies you carefully for a moment, squinting through the monocle he has over one eye, and replies. "You say it was just a few small pins? All that would do is make it hard to read one specific area, the whole model's much to complex to be thrown off that easily."

Tyndra: [sblock]He still doesn't seem to be sure who he's dealing with, but at least his curiosity is piqued now.[/sblock]

The golden disk, which Rr'tashk has not noticed, has finished its rapid survey of the room and is now hovering over his right shoulder, inspecting the papers on his desk. The "mysterious ominous presence" (hereafter MOP) moves closer to the mage, perhaps sensing some lingering tension in the air.
 

"I believe that it was several pins in several different locations..." Skaith looks to Keys and Tyndra for verification...
 

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