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[Nephrite]

"I inspire people." Moore says. "I make them better than what they realize they're capable of doing. I've been trying to think of ways to better augment my allies' spellcasting abilities... that may be something good to focus on, even if Makim decides to decline any partnership with me."

[Anastasia]

"You impressed Prosperity and inspired him, your words are strong," The wizard concurs. "Makim prefers to keep to himself. Why should he go and pick a fight with Shar at your behest?"

[Nephrite]

"Shar and her followers will find this place eventually." Moore says. "It may not be within a century, it may not be within a millennia. But what good is all the research he's doing here... the creation he's doing, the knowledge he's passing along, if one day, when someone wants to come out of here and go see the rest of the world, it's covered in darkness and despair?" Moore asks. "I don't intend to let that happen. I also don't intend for Makim to help me out of the goodness of his heart -- I know I can return the favor in many ways to him, show him knowledge so vast even he would be impressed."

[Anastasia]

"Prove it," The robed man says, "Prove you can show him something that impressive and he'll meet with you right away."

[Nephrite]

Moore considers this for a moment... then smiles.

It must've been fate that he forgot to give it to Grias.

Moore withdraws from his bag a shiny stone and holds it out. "I'm sure you have magic that can tell you where this stone is from and why it's impressive that I have it."

It's the rock he picked up from Jovar, for reference.

[Anastasia]

PREPARE.

The moment the man touches the stone he falls in a dead faint, soundlessly. Yet the stone is clenched in his hand, tightly, actively squeezing it.

[Nephrite]

"...I admit, that wasn't quite the response I was expecting..." Moore murmurs as he flies down to make sure the man's all right. Well, he won't be able to tell easily, exactly, but...

He gives the man's arm a gentle pat. "Sorry, that may have been thoughtless of me to expose you to."

[Anastasia]

The man groans, slowly sitting up. His hand goes to his masked face, holding it as he shakes. "W-what manner of sorcery was that?"

[Nephrite]

"It's no sorcery. It's a stone from the sixth layer of Mount Celestia, called Jovar." Moore says as he helps to pull the man back to his feet.

[Anastasia]

"Everything is sorcery," The man retorts, rising by floating up and righting himself. "There is only sorcery and sorcery we cannot yet master."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles and offers a bit of a laugh. "I suppose that's one way of viewing the world. So I guess I'll say Jovar is created with a lot of divine sorcery."

[Anastasia]

"Sorcery to prepare," The man says, then shakes his head. "You've impressed me. Follow me, Makim awaits."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles and goes along. "Thank you, sir. Oh, what should I call you, by the way?"

[Anastasia]

"Prince," The wizard says, saying no more. He makes a few steps - and the hallway is done abruptly. Here is a plain door, nothing remarkable at all. Pleasant enough and well made, but still just a door.

"Go on through here," Prince says. "Makim awaits."

[Nephrite]

"Thank you, Prince." Moore gives the door a polite knock!

He casts a quick spell and then will go and open the door!

Divine Insight.