Once Hythlodaeus knew more about the situation - and, especially, the one that was now the Warrior of Darkness - he could chime in with some opinions that might at the very least amuse, and certainly both satisfy and pique curiosity. As it was, his own curiosity was rearing its head.
"Well met, G'raha, and, though your introduction to it must have been far from pleasant, welcome to Amaurot, the seat of the Convocation of Fourteen - Thirteen, lately, really - and where they used to guide the course of the star."
He raised his masked face, though he knew there were possibly malms of water between them and the sky. "Back when there was but one, that is."
No, he wasn't zealously claiming that the will of the Convocation was to guide everyone now. Not at all.
"Crystal exarch. Was that title given as a reason for what is happening to you, a result of it, or unrelated entirely?"
G'raha inclined his head in agreement to the comment about his introduction being less than pleasant - it was something of an understatement, but he wasn't about to dwell on it particularly.
So, this had been the seat of government back when there was only one star... interesting that the number of shards echoed the number of this Convocation. He filed that away for later consideration, and turned his attention instead to the question asked of him.
"They are related, but not cause and effect," he explained, lifting his crystalline arm a little, curling the fingers into his palm as he studied it for a moment before dropping it back into his lap.
"The title is a result of my stewardship over the crystal tower, the tower is a source upon which I can call to engage in great magics... but they are not without their price. Without the tower I would have neither title nor this physical affliction...but nor would this star have its saviour."
There was a reason, to Hythlodaeus's knowledge, why that connection - multi-layered, really, as far as he used to know the person responsible - but as the question is not asked, he doesn't know that particular tidbit of information is of interest, so he doesn't volunteer.
At the response, he tilts his head slightly, considering, then inclines it, accepting the answer. Well he knows the dismay of lacking sufficient power to do what he sees needs to be done. And now, in this form, even more so than ever.
"You have found a way to augment your strength to do what needs to be done." The masked face looks up. "I can understand that it can be a price one pays willingly."
G'raha nods his confirmation of Hythlodaeus' assessment, glad to have such easy understanding of what he's done and why he's done it - he isn't sure he has the energy to overly explain his motivations right now, after everything.
The question makes him smile, ducking his head slightly to hide the clear and obvious affection in his expression, though he doubts that does much good to conceal anything.
"Yes." he says simply, easily "A thousand times over, they are worth it."
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"Well met, G'raha, and, though your introduction to it must have been far from pleasant, welcome to Amaurot, the seat of the Convocation of Fourteen - Thirteen, lately, really - and where they used to guide the course of the star."
He raised his masked face, though he knew there were possibly malms of water between them and the sky. "Back when there was but one, that is."
No, he wasn't zealously claiming that the will of the Convocation was to guide everyone now. Not at all.
"Crystal exarch. Was that title given as a reason for what is happening to you, a result of it, or unrelated entirely?"
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G'raha inclined his head in agreement to the comment about his introduction being less than pleasant - it was something of an understatement, but he wasn't about to dwell on it particularly.
So, this had been the seat of government back when there was only one star... interesting that the number of shards echoed the number of this Convocation. He filed that away for later consideration, and turned his attention instead to the question asked of him.
"They are related, but not cause and effect," he explained, lifting his crystalline arm a little, curling the fingers into his palm as he studied it for a moment before dropping it back into his lap.
"The title is a result of my stewardship over the crystal tower, the tower is a source upon which I can call to engage in great magics... but they are not without their price. Without the tower I would have neither title nor this physical affliction...but nor would this star have its saviour."
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At the response, he tilts his head slightly, considering, then inclines it, accepting the answer. Well he knows the dismay of lacking sufficient power to do what he sees needs to be done. And now, in this form, even more so than ever.
"You have found a way to augment your strength to do what needs to be done." The masked face looks up. "I can understand that it can be a price one pays willingly."
Hythlodaeus never did.
"This savior. They are worth it?"
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G'raha nods his confirmation of Hythlodaeus' assessment, glad to have such easy understanding of what he's done and why he's done it - he isn't sure he has the energy to overly explain his motivations right now, after everything.
The question makes him smile, ducking his head slightly to hide the clear and obvious affection in his expression, though he doubts that does much good to conceal anything.
"Yes." he says simply, easily "A thousand times over, they are worth it."