Pixie power (Moore)

[Nephrite]

"While I can certainly understand that from my own point of view," Moore says with a smile. "It never hurts to keep in contact with those that formed the foundation for you. Ah... not to say that I mean to suggest your crusade is incorrect." Moore quickly adds. "I just think it's good to go home every now and again. But if you're happy with the length of time, then who am I to tell you otherwise?"

[Anastasia]

"Mm." Cresiel considers that, "...in truth, my mother tells me much the same thing when I visit her." He smiles, rather wryly, "And I tell her she spends too much time in Brightwater rather than using her power for the better. Home is important, but other places need me more."

[Nephrite]

Moore laughs at that. "Yes, I suppose that makes sense. I should return home to Arborea someday... but that time is not yet now."

[Anastasia]

"I don't think that's where you'll end up, in the end," Cresiel says, "You serve Erathaol."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Yes. My very first question to him..." Moore smiles, looking off to the side at how suddenly that happened -- "Was if I was even allowed to follow him in such a manner. I was worried Her Majesty Titania would frown upon it."

[Anastasia]

"It doesn't matter," Cresiel says, quite firmly. "What matters is Mount Celestia. If it calls you, what anyone else says doesn't matter. It is the most important thing in all Creation, and on the last day, Chronias will be opened wide and come to all Creation. My friend, worry not of what Titania would say, because you have found something far more precious."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles to Cresiel. "I don't disagree with you... it's just in my nature to want to make peace with everyone, you know? Working as someone who motivated others taught me that sometimes you have to find common ground... even when it seems impossible. There may not be any one thing that all in Creation can fundamentally agree upon, but there are many things that, across all sorts, can be used to bond people in agreement."

Moore clears his throat a bit. "I do not mean to say I do not intend to carry out Erathaol's will, but... well, I think my participation in the Court of Stars back in Aurora is a good testament to the fact that common ground can be found in unlikely places."

[Anastasia]

This conversation is about to continue, when one of the hound archons enters. A golden-furred female comes in, "Master Cresiel, the armory's ready."

"Thank you, Gold," he smiles to her and rises, "That may be or not be...but right now let us get to practical matters."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Of course. What did you have in mind?" Moore's pretty sure he knows, but...

[Anastasia]

"I have many mementos of past campaigns here. They can help Aurora,' Cresiel says, "They will be gifts as thanks for my salvation from Lixer."

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles. "That's very kind of you, Cresiel. I'm sure we can put them to good use."

[Anastasia]

Cresiel leads you to a small room, full of weapon racks and armor racks. Several are on display - from the mundane to exotic. Weapons and armors of all types are on display, though Cresiel goes to one in particular. "I knew a pixie hero once," he begins, a small rapier hanging on display. "His name was Broadleaf and he fought to protect others from evil until his last breath." He carefully picks up the rapier and presents it to Moore, "It's a weapon well suited to a bard."

[Nephrite]

Moore will reach out to take it! "Ah... do you mind if I take a moment to understand it?"

[Anastasia]

"Go ahead," Cresiel says.

Likewise, go ahead and make with identifying.

[Nephrite]

Taking 10 for 45 on Spellcraft. If that doesn't do it he'll Identify it proper.