"I know that. I was watching."
Truly, she had been able to see where the magic was or wasn't. Her eyes were adjusted to the flow of mana, essentially. He was right about the situation in which they were not in the best place to discuss magic, but he'd also
asked for information. It was important that she bring home the fact that she was different from her, that her life was different. There was no shame in elemental magic in Serendipity, so this kind of restraint did bother her. I mean, we can't underscore enough how much this must've bothered
Zan. You could say that they were
definitely out of their
element.As for Garlock, that was a matter that perhaps she could only solve with words, more than force. Rena wasn't going to tell him this, but the two of them had had a long talk about this, and Garlock claimed that his life was somehow necessary. It was...hard to follow, but apart from the 'granting vengeance to the suffering' part, he was convinced that human beings needed to be whipped into shape so that the tragedy of Zan could not happen again so easily. In short, this was on purpose, which was weird. It was nothing she was really able to appreciate, though. All she could see was the death and destruction. It had to stop.
"One day, I will think of something. Of that, I'm certain."
Still, yes...they had no choice than to wait. It didn't actually take that long a time. It was more than likely that - judging by the man's return - that he'd spent more time walking than talking. He was back and looking concerned, but it was clearly no longer about
them, but of the conversation itself. That could be interpretted as good OR bad.
"Master Arlius will see you now.""Thank you. And believe me, I understand fully."
They were led down the halls and up some steps, then through a passage to the Temple Hall of Records, the place of knowledge and history. The room was large, with many shelves, ladders, and in fact a pulley system for additional storage to be hung from the ceiling. Yes, that IS strange, but as is known in Thanatos...one works to improve what one
has. Since what they had was a large room with lots of space over the receiving and study area, someone saw fit to connect some chains up to some shelving on one end and a lockable crank to the other. Generally, the works kept up there weren't used often, so it was alright to do so.
The scribe who brought them in stopped at a desk with a scarred man behind it. He was aged, mostly bald, and the scar in question ran over one eye, which was without sight. The other eye was working, though. You could see him scanning pages at speed, taking its contents instantly and committing them to memory. He too was in an actual robe, either due to it being normal for scribes to be thus or because they were just so damn comfortable. Because most Thanati would rather slap themselves in the face than rudely interrupt, they waited for him to finish, and then he closed the tome and looked up. And then, his good eye focused more carefully for a moment. This was basically done while they'd begun bowing, which he stood up and returned, of course.
"My my... Yes, you
must be related. It's been so long, and yet...I expected him to walk through that door, regardless."
"You are Alrius The Scribe?"
"I am. I'm so sorry for your loss, and to have pulled you here from your life. Ah, you may go, Jevan."
"Yes, I...have other tasks."He was uncertain, but the fact that the Master Scribe seemed a bit more relaxed now helped. Jevan the scribe left, and the door closed. So now, it was just the three of them.
"Would you like something to drink? Food, perhaps, while we talk? I anticipate many questions and umm..."He focused on Exon for the first time now.
"Maoin, you are here for...?""He's been a great help to me."
"I see. Good. Unexpected associations breed fine solutions."