Fenella Bromathan's page

Channelling his best enigmatic half-smile, Phillip responds in a voice that hints at half-shadows "No, I don't work... here... the master to which I am beholden holds sway below" wafting an arm to encompass an area that smears across the Goblin and towards Free-Coin. "He is not fond of mystery though, and would look kindly upon whoever would be able to clarify today's events for him..." letting the words trail before trying to see if the distracted Mistress has been following any of the half-truths or sheltered lies he had been spinning.

"I see." Her gaze grows harder and her lips more tight. "You may tell your master he can go through proper channels to seek the Cypherlodge's expertise rather than sending spies. If he wants arcane expertise about the situation in the harbor, he can petition Master Tammerhawk for it rather than trying to steal it. Now I suggest," she goes on, dipping her hand into a pocket in her robes, "you march right down off this hill and let us finish our work in peace."

"A dwarvish metal twister would hardly have raised the sea though? Surely that must be linked? - and is no coincidence?" hoping that feverish interest might still keep her tongue active where it should not be.

The wizardess squints out at the sea from behind her spectacles as if she hadn't been aware it had done anything out of the ordinary -- not all that surprising, Phil reflects, up here atop the ridge at the highest point of the city. "Druidic," she murmurs to herself, "definitely druidic. I'm sorry," she goes on in a not very apologetic tone, turning her attention back to Phillip, "but do you work here? I've not seen you in the Lodge." She looks down at him sternly.

Phillip arrives at the bottle-green mistress with tome extended for easy retrieval "Grackulous was called by another, so bade me deliver this... Do we know what we are dealing with yet?" channeling interest and deference into his demeanor in the hope that Bromathan might seek to assert her superior intellect in explanation.

The woman takes the book from him without dropping her gaze from the wizards levitating around the weathervane. "Some sort of modified summons?" she replies irritably. "A widespread transmutation effect? Could be some sort of hippy-dippy druidic nonsense; we're groping in the dark, then. I've heard of a metal elementalist school that dwarves favor, though what interest they have in...." She has opened the book as she speaks and started to flip through it; as she looks down to find the page she's looking for, she finally catches a glimpse of her interlocutor. Her eyes widen, and she snaps the book shut. "Who are you?" she demands.