A world's support

[Anastasia]

Before we begin, I have one question of the utmost importance: What kind of pie did Moore have?

[Nephrite]

Apple.

[Anastasia]

It's a rather good pie, all in all. Thus you prepare for Lifasa and...

Okay, jokes aside, who are you taking and any prep?

[Nephrite]

i can't take anyone (except Kaja maybe?) If Tepen didn't find a spiritual wounds solution like we discussed.

Assuming he did, he would take Xandra.

Assuming he did not, he will go alone.

[Anastasia]

Alone it is, we'll cover Tepen when you get there.

That moment of appearing on Lifasa is transcendent. You feel good, like you just woke up in a warm sunbeam. Your entire body feels stronger, looser, healthier. Your mind is sharper and your senses are stronger. It's like a haze has been removed from your eyes.

Tepen's house is quiet in the morning sunshine, save for cow grazing just outside of his yard. A black and white cow, with the whites close to metallic silver and the blacks a deep, rich hue that seems glossy.

[Nephrite]

Moore knocks on his door, curious about this very obviously Magic Cow.

[Anastasia]

"Come in," Tepen's voice is heard from afar.

[Nephrite]

Thus, he enters!

[Anastasia]

Tepen is inside, carrying an armful of thick books stacked up to nearly his chin. "Moore," he greets, going to a nearby table and putting them down. "You caught me digging up some old books for the current problem."

[Nephrite]

"Tepen, you do the most mundane things for an Archmage, you know that?" He says with a broad smile "Also, what's up with your Magic Cow?"

A pause before he continues, "Then it seems I'm in time to help."

[Anastasia]

"Oh, she was a gift," Tepen says, "Her name's Daisybell and she's the sweetest tempered cow I've ever seen." With a bit of a wry smile, "She's from the Heavens, she finds Lifasa agreeable."

[Nephrite]

"A Celestial Cow?" Moore asks. "That does make sense, though." A smile after that. "But, anyway, is there anything I can help with?"

[Anastasia]

"At the moment?" Moore shakes his head, "My research has hit a dead end, but it's because I need a particular book of lore that I can't get my hands on."

[Nephrite]

"Well, I'm the one asking for the favor." Moore says. "What is it? Maybe there's a copy in one of the libraries I have access to."

[Anastasia]

"It's called the Cannas Collection. It's the work of an obscure, mad archmage who sought to understand spiritual wounds. His first mistake was being struck mad by summoning an obyrith stronger than his protections or the Prime could handle." With a smile that becomes more sour by the moment, "His methods were also...questionable. Unfortunately, he allegedly has some of the best insights in these things that I've been able to find."