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<blockquote data-quote="Boddynock" data-source="post: 2032221" data-attributes="member: 21506">Andarin turns towards Jurden as he speaks, his eyes widening a little as his companion shouts at him, and his hand straying towards the whip at his side.Then his look hardens and he stands full on to the eight foot ghaele, and proceeds to give him a dressing-down. &quot;Pike it, cutter! Don't tell me I have to believe every sod who crosses my path. And don't lecture me on the nature of the multiverse. There's a difference between knowledge and wisdom. If I want to learn discernment, I'll go to a greybeard, not to a berk who puckers up to a succubus!&quot;Responding to Sysente's words, Andarin relaxes a little and nods in understanding. &quot;Yes, that's it. It's not enough to believe something because we're told to. That sort of blind faith&quot; - here he glares at Jurden - &quot;brings nothing but grief. But an enquiring mind, and a willingness to embrace a truth which matches the integrity of our experience - even if it challenges it, is the way to enlightenment. And power.&quot;&quot;So if you want to seek the one who handed out these shells to us, then I'll journey with you - because despite my 'caginess' I do want answers. We could just go to the Indeps, since Bi, the wood gnome druid who gave them to us, holds to that faction - but I guess you want to go direct to the source. Either way we'll have to go back to Sigil. And since the way back is closed to us, we'll just have to go ahead - through the coils of the World Serpent.&quot;&quot;Now come on Blue, you barmy sod - get over it!&quot; With that, he takes out his recorder and begins to pipe a cheeky little tune, which those in the know recognise as a popular ditty of the Hive - The succubus sulks OR Where did I leave my lip gloss?</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Boddynock, post: 2032221, member: 21506"] Andarin turns towards Jurden as he speaks, his eyes widening a little as his companion shouts at him, and his hand straying towards the whip at his side. Then his look hardens and he stands full on to the eight foot ghaele, and proceeds to give him a dressing-down. "Pike it, cutter! Don't tell me I have to believe every sod who crosses my path. And don't lecture me on the nature of the multiverse. There's a difference between knowledge and wisdom. If I want to learn discernment, I'll go to a greybeard, not to a berk who puckers up to a succubus!" Responding to Sysente's words, Andarin relaxes a little and nods in understanding. "Yes, that's it. It's not enough to believe something because we're told to. That sort of blind faith" - here he glares at Jurden - "brings nothing but grief. But an enquiring mind, and a willingness to embrace a truth which matches the integrity of our experience - even if it challenges it, is the way to enlightenment. And power." "So if you want to seek the one who handed out these shells to us, then I'll journey with you - because despite my 'caginess' I do want answers. We could just go to the Indeps, since Bi, the wood gnome druid who gave them to us, holds to that faction - but I guess you want to go direct to the source. Either way we'll have to go back to Sigil. And since the way back is closed to us, we'll just have to go ahead - through the coils of the World Serpent." "Now come on Blue, you barmy sod - get over it!" With that, he takes out his recorder and begins to pipe a cheeky little tune, which those in the know recognise as a popular ditty of the Hive - [I]The succubus sulks OR Where did I leave my lip gloss?[/I] [/QUOTE]

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