
Earl J V Caromarc |

Jornel Caromarc looks around at those who saw him through this night.
"Ianez - I would be delighted to collaborate with you at any time of your choosing. My arcane ambitions are undaunted, but my academic aspirations have been put in perspective by your achievements. Perhaps we could collaborate on a book detailing the history of this long, dark night. Few historical events have historians at their centre."
"Sandru - I apologise for overhearing your farewell with Phoebe. Forgive me if I am selfishly glad to hear that I will not also lose you this night."
"Phoebe - I hope that this need not be farewell. It may be that through my studies I may be able to open a door for you to this place from time to time - and perhaps Sandru would be interested in attending when that happens. I am unsure what happened to your little wire guardian - but while you may have transcended my protections I hope that you know I will always remember you fondly."
"Hergelund - You made a bad decision in desperation, but realised your error. Don't do it again - but learn to trust that you won't. Do not let it haunt you."
"Agnes - I know you will miss your sister. Should I be able to facilitate her arrival you are - of course - welcome to attend. Please always feel free to visit. It is never an easy thing to know of that which was Not Meant For Man - please call on me should you need an ear."
"Quinn - I am sure you will do well here. I have come to trust your insight, and your bow, and if you desire to further expand your significant arcane potential I will be delighted to share my resources with you."
"S - I am glad to know you managed to survive. We barely met, but but we were comrades in arms."
"La Siréene - ah Mademoiselle. We have a bond, you and I. We were reborn together. I fancy that makes my sister, in a way. I hope you will remember your curmudgeonly brother in Weird. It eases my heart to know you have survived the night with your alien mysteries that have so often exceeded my own."
He looks at the Manservant, hesitates, then speaks
"Olivia? - I... If you need help with your body please come see me and I will do what I can. I know it is no fault of yours what happened to the... previous occupant. He gave his existence that you might return. He gave it to try to help a lost one find his way to the light. But I find that when I look into your eyes I keep hoping against hope that once more I will see his perspicacious gaze, or hear his droll tones. I do not wish to abandon you, but it brings me great pain... but should you need assistance, do not hesitate to require it of me. In a strange way you are my... grand-daughter, I suppose."
"Ms Carlisle - I would be delighted to assist you in an ethical institute of arcane study. This night especially has shown me that it seems all the truly accomplished of our art have placed a foot upon the dark path at some time. Perhaps together we can keep each other from turning the wrong way." he unconsciously fingers 'Grandfather's Legacy' as he speaks "But you are mistaken in thinking no other member of your cabal has survived... and so we come to you, Mister Blackacre."
"It is not goodbye for us, yet, I think. If you intend to take on Volst then my arcane skills may be of use."