Drusk nods to Irravin's reply.
"Travel well, my brothers. Desna watch over you in your travels. I shall do my best to guide the wayward Raziel."
Drusk stands as Irravin and Vladimir take their leave.
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Drusk takes a moment to blow on his tea before answering. I'm afraid I don't have much to offer you on either account. I have never been to the Enclave of the Shattered Veil. I have no allies to offer you. The Countenance will be present, and they you can trust. As for research, I know it may seem like much time has passed, it has only been days since the Dark Seer and the Demons were defeated. My time before that had been devoted to studying the Demons and the ritual the Dark Seer pursued. I hope when you return I shall have more to offer you.
Drusk takes a seat by the hearth, and gestures for his two guests to do the same, though clear seats are not apparent within his home. He stares at the fire coming to life for a short while before answering. "You show your wisdom Irravin. Let truth be your champion when you come before the Countenance. Though the truth has mistakes within it, it also has great victory. The destruction of our immortal enemies is something rare, and it is valued. Even more, you kept the contents of the sanctum, both vile and divine, from their grasp. I pray that they shall seek to guide you, and purify whatever darkness may have tainted you in your journey, rather than punish. As the fire takes full purchase, Drusk glances to the side, and a pot of water begins to fill itself from a barrel. He continues as the unseen servant prepares your tea. As for my business, I have sent a letter with Gvene. I hope that it will yield the knowledge I seek. But there is something else that has worried me. Zadan is not without followers. I fear that they may seek you out while you are at the Enclave. I fear what they may tell you, but more that they will endanger your position within the Divine Visage further. I regret that it is so, but you must be careful whom you trust amongst our own.
Drusk makes his way downstairs. Though he is presentable his eyes are bleary from taking a greater part of the festivities than Vladimir or Irravin. He looks between the two of you and nods in greeting. "Hail, brothers. You've come for words before you part? Is there time for tea to ready your spirits for the journey?" Drusk pulls a string from a pouch by his side and ties it around a bit of wood near the hearth. He speaks to them with arcane words and throws them into the fire. Shortly after, other pieces of wood begin to assemble themselves into a proper fire. "I am sorry I did not expect you. I had thought there was no more to be said. But your presence one last time is still a blessing" |