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[Nephrite]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+46 : 18 + 46, total 64[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

You blink.

Did you doze off?

You're awake and aware now, everything a bit of a haze at the moment. If not for a man sitting in your room, an unfamiliar man with a scrubby gray beard and weathered face, perhaps in his 50s? It would be entirely normal. He's scribing a scroll, glancing up as you recover. "There you are," he murmurs. "Chronias does that to people."

[Nephrite]

Moore reaches up to rub at the bridge of his nose for a moment.

"I'm still getting used to being so close. This is a vision or something, right?" Moore asks. "Or whatever it is you want to call it. I guess it doesn't really matter what you call it, at the end of the day. To whom do I owe the pleasure of meeting?" 

[Anastasia]

"An anonymous man. I'd rather not lie in Celestia, it's bad manners." He looks up from his spell scribing, "Though I like your spirit. Pushing in past being told not to? Daring, stupid and courageous at once." Putting away his quill and scroll with a twisting gesture, causing them to shrink and fly into his pocket, "I wanted to get a look at one of the people he chose."

[Nephrite]

"You don't mean Erathaol, do you?" Moore asks -- it isn't even a question, it's a statement. There's really only one 'he' that they could mean anyway, given the topic he was thinking of most recently... right?

"It... well, it's hard to explain in words, right?" Moore says with a smile. "I refuse to let something as simple as a cosmic law get in my way -- at least now. I think a lot of people look at something like it and just resign themselves to the way Creation is. I'm not satisfied with that answer... heck, isn't a fey from Yggdrasil sitting in Celestia enough to prove that you can find differences if you look? That's how I think of it, anyway."

[Anastasia]

"I completely agree," The man says, pausing to adjust his simple traveler's clothes. "The trick is you need talent to back it up. I've met a fair few people who thought that, most of them soon were divorced from their mortal life permanently. I also see one reason he may have chosen you." Getting up now, "Do me a favor and don't mention to your friends that I showed up. They aren't aware and I'd rather keep a low profile."

[Nephrite]

"I think I managed once. That's why you're here though, isn't it?" Moore asks. Again, not really a question, just a statement. "I can only give you my word -- I have a feeling that's enough for you anyway, considering the lengths it likely took you to get here. I'm going to keep pressing at it when I have time, so I'm sure we'll see each other again. I appreciate the... hm, let's call it a confidence booster." Moore says with a smile.

[Anastasia]

"Not really, but I only visited the Lost Realm briefly," The man mentions passingly, "Too much light for my tastes. Seek the truth and what you will, but remember your limitations. He's patient and loving, but not all who guard such things are. Especially _______ __________ or ______ ____ __ ___ ___________ __ ___." He speaks but does not speak, your mind unable to hold onto it. He meets your eyes again, "It can be done, I eventually figured it out, just too late."

At this he turns to go, strolling out of your room casually.

[Nephrite]

"I appreciate the time, regardless." Moore says with a smile. "I'll try and avoid using 21, too, that's a little bit more extreme than I think I need to go for this one. Feel free to come back whenever you'd like."

[Anastasia]

"She'd appreciate that," The man agrees, leaving you with that comment.

Next move?

[Nephrite]

Let's wait and see if we're summoned or if Grias comes back with any news.

[Anastasia]

Grias comes in soon enough, floating on along and in. "Oh, there you are," Grias greets you, "I've meant to ask - do yo uneed many basements here? There's a few shallow ones, more can be built if you need that sort of storage."

[Nephrite]

"We will likely need some eventually." Moore responds. "I don't think they need to be a priority or anything. Did you have any issues with Filbrez, or have you or whomever is going not gone yet?"

[Anastasia]

"Oh, the chart. It's in your library. Oh, and I had a library set up for you," Grias bobs in the air, "Along with a representation of Mount Celestia for studying. Oh, you really should go read some of the literature and liturgies there. I took the liberty of curating a collection for you to begin with, it's wonderful stuff."

[Nephrite]

Moore can't help but smile at his earnesty -- of course he's read some of the liturgical information, what else was he going to do in Xiranthador?

"Of course, I'll take a look." Moore says. "Oh, here." He reaches into his back and takes out the shiny stone he took from Jovar. "When you have time, would you be willing to take this back to Aurora and put it in the shrine to Celestia there? It was a personal project for me, I'll find stones from the other three layers that are missing eventually. Is there anything I can do for you?"