Finding the wheel

[Nephrite]

i guess ask around! Surely someone there can tell me what spells he's developed!

[Anastasia]

Ooooh. You mean ask around here once you're done talking to him?

[Nephrite]

yes! Sorry I thought we were being dismissed!

[Anastasia]

Sure, that was about over anyway. Gimme Diplo then if you're going to linger and try.

[Nephrite]

Take 10 for 96

[Anastasia]

You ask around - and within ten minutes, the same hound archon approaches you. "Ahem. Duke Moore, may I have a moment of your time?"

[Nephrite]

"By all means." Moore says.

Sigh, did he make a mistake again??

[Anastasia]

Once in there, just the two of you, "Do you need spell lore? If so, you need only ask."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "I would like to know if there are any spells that may not be commonly known that might be good for us to utilize in the upcoming endeavors."

[Anastasia]

"Why don't I introduce you to our spell keeper? This way," The archon leads you along to a quiet library. It's in the basement of the fortress, yet the light of Chronias reaches even here - here and there, seeming to filter through the walls themselves. Neat bookshelf after bookshelf is sorted here next to racks of rolled scroll, shelves of tablets and other such things.

Sitting at a desk between two shelves is a...

Do you have true seeing or the like?

[Nephrite]

Yes, True Seeing. CL 15 if it matters

[Anastasia]

Is a simple man in simple robes. To the eye he is unremarkable. Yet to your eyes he is more. A majestic lion with a decidedly human face and the wings of an eagle, tinted a decidedly golden color. True seeing reveals the truth of him as he turns.

"Duke Moore, I presume," he greets you in a rich, resonant voice, rising and offering his hand to you. "Allashatu," he offers, "Scroll Keeper and Spell Recorder."

[Nephrite]

Moore extends a hand to shake his!

"Sir Allashatu." Moore says as he shakes his hand. "I would love to speak to you on the matter of spells that Lord Barachiel Or others may have devised that aid in diplomatic endeavors or anything along that line." Moore explains.

[Anastasia]

A soft click of his tongue at that, a glance at the hound archon. This nets a slight nod back. Meanwhile his handshake is firm and strong, the faintest purring-like sound coming from him during it.

"I'll be glad to help you. I assumed, but I hadn't received an order about this, and access is controlled," Allashatu explains, "Sit down." Once done, "So essentially matters of social conflict, discussion and guile?"

[Nephrite]

"I apologize. The idea came to me after my discussion with Lord Barachiel." Moore says.

A nod follows. "Yes. I have some magic that aids me with a bit of luck, but I figured there had to be other wisdom hat existed for this sort of thing."