Tryll and Gytha (Tryll; 83 days left)

[Anastasia]

We begin OOC with this one.

You want to talk to Gytha, Tryll?

[Yuthirin]

Yes please.

[Anastasia]

Gytha is found in his laboratory. He seems to be brooding, still and thoughtful as you enter, Calleigh fluttering above you.

[Yuthirin]

"Gyyyyythaaaaaaaa~" Calleigh sing-songs. "Guess whaaaaaaaaaat~!"

[Anastasia]

"I am aware," Gytha says calmly, almost placid. "How could I not be?"

[Yuthirin]

"Well yeah, the dress speaks for itself." Calleigh gestures to her princessly gown, "But we're not here to talk about that! We did the ritual! It worked! Sorta. Yeah! Did you hear the big god noise?"

[Anastasia]

"Yes," Gytha concurs. "I was waiting for you to come here."

[Yuthirin]

'Unsurprising. Were you privy to the commands given by the Triune?' Tryll asks.

[Anastasia]

"Yes," Gytha concurs, "I was."

[Yuthirin]

'I would think you would be pleased.'

[Anastasia]

"I am. I am contemplating what this all means," Gytha says, "The changes to our fate are immeasurable."

[Yuthirin]

'We've been tasked by the divine to recreate our own race. If there are resources you need, I would be pleased to assist you in procuring them. Just make a list.' Tryll offers.

[Anastasia]

'What I primarily need is support and money,' Gytha says, 'The lifesblood of magical creation. Will you support me?'

[Yuthirin]

'Of course. You think I would do otherwise?'

[Anastasia]

Gytha turns to you, all his eyes observing you. 'Of course not. We have a mission now - what is our goal once Lifasa is freed?'