The first peaceful day

[Nephrite]

"I've become aware of a ritual that helps suppress spiritual wounds, but it requires the use of my blood." Moore says. "I would like to share the knowledge with someone I trust, but protect it in case anything ever happens to them."

[Anastasia]

"Your blood?" A simple, pointed question at that, "Explain."

[Nephrite]

"So, as one of the protectors of Lifasa, the world bolsters me." Moore says. "No matter what I do there, I cannot cause it any spiritual harm. The ritual augments a spell which protects against spiritual wounds and makes it stronger."

[Anastasia]

A nod. Acknowledgement again. "You understand the scrutiny you would be under if this secret spread."

[Nephrite]

"I am well-acquainted, yes." Moore says.

[Anastasia]

"I will teach you," Is the answer after a few moments, "You have need and your deeds prove your pure heart."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "You have my thanks for that. I am happy to trade you in whatever you deem appropriate, if you would like me to share any knowledge with you."

[Anastasia]

"Three unique spells," Saluiel agrees, "As well as seven platinum coins."

[Nephrite]

"Very well." Moore says. "I'll agree to that if you agree to also tell me what you know of the distortion and the people there, including the..."

Moore that is not Moore?

A blink. He clears his throat. "Including what you know of the 'other' me." Moore says.

[Anastasia]

Braxos looks to you sharply, a sharp enough turn to cut steel.

The angel's expression becomes wider eyed, "You speak words of authority," he concurs, "What are you, the charge of a seraph?"

[Nephrite]

"I do not wish to speak above my station." Moore says with a small smile. "But I have been tasked with many things by many, including those at the highest peaks."

[Anastasia]

"Come with me," Saluiel strides forward now, "We have mountains of matters to discuss."

[Nephrite]

Moore looks over to Cresiel with a smile and shrug and goes to follow!

[Anastasia]

It is out of the library entirely, to a tower workspace and living space combined. Simple and neat save for the bed and closet, which are much messier and unmade. Gaudy, bright purple chairs with silver stars dominate, standing out as you go to sit.

"What do you know about those distortions?" Is the question he asks.

[Nephrite]

"I don't know anything concrete." Moore says honestly. "Even so, I got the sense from going through there that they weren't just... figments. It seemed like whatever I saw was entirely real, just..." He hums for a moment.

"Like looking through a prism, where you're seeing the same thing, but it's just a different perspective. I also only saw people I knew. I didn't see anyone I was unfamiliar with." He adds.