On the Outside

[Bjorn]

Rising, Bjorn bows deeply to the lord, and then takes up his customary "loyal hound" position just behind Mirallia.

[Dracos]

Dracos, ever the curious sort, follows the wizard as well, though remember to maintain the expected level of courtesy towards the lord of the keep.

Dracos keeps an eye on the wizard, specifically trying to read his body language from his first indication of wanting to speak with them.

Dracos

[Brian]

His body language doesn't say much, really.  You don't expect he's going to whirl on you and stab you with a knife, at least.

After leading you through some doors, and up a few flights of stairs, you end up in what you suppose to be his laboratory.  It looks about appropriate for a wizard, you'd guess, with various arcane things lying about.  Sticks, charts covered with incomprehensible runes, glyphs, and other mysterious things.

A small case lies locked on one of the nearby tables, though the padlock looks awfully intricate and well crafted for the technology you've seen, nuclear powered death spiders aside.  Once you're all inside, he ushers you through this room (closing the door behind you) and into a large room filled with comfortable looking chairs.

"Please, have a seat," he says, gesturing to them.  After a second, he adds, "I imagine you feel a bit out of place here, hmm?"

[Bjorn]

Bjorn lifts his eyebrows inquisitively, the poster-boy of blank-faced, confused, but willing to agree with whatever you say SAH! grunts everywhere.

[Dracos]

Dracos raises an eyebrow curiously, in the universal gesture of 'You have my complete attention, go on'.  He does not though, verbally answer the question yet, despite the friendly demeanor of the wizard.

Dracos

[Huitzil]

"I haven't seen such a collction in a great while, but I'm never outofplace where I am welcomed, if you follow.

"And, pardon me for the tangent, but was that extract of Istari-root I saw on the way in?" Paul threads his fingers under his chin and looksat Radagast pointedly, waiting for an answer.

[Brian]

"I was never told that Istari was a root.  I thought it was an ancient race ... and I suppose it's just as well I was given the name I was."  Radagast frowns thoughtfully.  "Before you get your hopes up, you need to know that I'm not truly Radagast the Brown.  I'm Radagast the Lorekeeper.  Loremaster, maybe.

"I'm based on the real Radagast, but have been put here to try and find you, specifically, and help you out."  He frowns.  "Strange things are happening," he mumbles.  "Strange indeed.  But, I imagine you're feeling lost, cut off, and your oracle didn't tell you as much as you would have liked before you came to this world, hmmm?"

[Dracos]

"that's one way of putting it.  And you are correct, Istari is a race in the books."

Dracos

[Huitzil]

Paul sighs, and lets his upright bardish posture melt into a exhausted shlump. "All right. How much do you know about oracles and the users thereof, Radagast?"

[Brian]

"A bit.  I was told to try and avoid anyone who was from the Pax Arcana, or the Seventh Cabal.  I was given a bit of advice on how to recognize them, and I was told that if I found someone who wasn't with them, they probably would need a bit of help getting out.

"And oracles are behind everything.  You can't find your way here if you're not guided by someone.  But if you knew what you were supposed to be doing, you'd be doing it, wouldn't you?"

Mirallia looks very confused at this, until something clicks in her mind.  "You're from another world as well?" she asks.

"Something like that," Radagast hedges.  "But, your other questions?"

[Ginrai]

"Wait, so there *is* a possibility that someone from the Pax Arcana could be here?  And you're from our world or a completely different one?"

[Dracos]

"Parth, calm yourself and give the man a chance to answer one question before asking two more."

Dracos turns consideringly back to the wizard.

Dracos

[Brian]

"It's complicated," the wizard says slowly.  "This is the only world I've known, but I'm not really from it.  I was created ... put here for a specific purpose.

"And yes, there is a possibility that someone of the Pax Arcana may be here.  But if they are, they've kept me unaware of them."

[Huitzil]

"Created? By whom? And how long have you been here?"

[Bjorn]

Bjorn's eyes flick from Radagast to Mirallia, but he still remains quiet, listening to the wizard's words.