The House of the Triad (Tryll)

[Yuthirin]

'Can it make clones of our forms, though?'

[Anastasia]

'We're not spirits, so even though our bodies are not material, we still have them,' Gytha explains. 'So yes.'

[Yuthirin]

'Excellent. I've grown quite fond of the advantages.'

[Anastasia]

'Do you want a clone made?' Gytha asks.

[Yuthirin]

'It may not be a bad idea.' Tryll replies. 'I'm currently examining astral transference and the potential to store a portion of my soul in a sort of seed in a pocket of the Astral in case I die. Combat is becoming increasingly frequent, and I'll not allow myself to be slain so easily. Not when I'm closing in on control over our destiny.'

[Anastasia]

'It will take time and money,' Gytha warns. '1,000 gold for supplies.'

[Yuthirin]

'Some other time, then. When we have the money.'

[Anastasia]

In the meantime you return to his lab. It's like you saw before at first, then stretches out. Farther than you can see, full of supplies, tables, books and rambling diagrams and charts.

'Here are my workings and musings on the soul itself and how to create what is and what will always be.'

[Yuthirin]

'I see. Yes, you've done a great deal of work. How long, exactly, have you dedicated to this?'

[Anastasia]

'A long time. I stopped counting,' Gytha says.

[Yuthirin]

'Mmm. Yes, I suppose you would, after a while. So! Tell me what you've been up to.'

[Anastasia]

'Seeing people, seeing others,' Gytha admits, 'It's so much and I get easily overwhelmed. There is so much in Aurora, you were correct.'

[Yuthirin]

'It's delightful, yes? Elementals and dragons and celestials and turtle men and that strange living spell that bobbles around and the various peoples that have been rescued from Baator's clutches. It's all very interesting.'

[Anastasia]

'It is amazing...' Gytha trails off. 'Now, would you like to look at my research?'

[Yuthirin]

'Of course.'