Llyr sat on the floor of his bedroom. Around them, splayed out in a circle were papers upon papers, books upon books. He surveyed them, and every bit or so, he moved a paper over to a different stack or flipped a book to a different page. Occasionally, the blond stood and slowly turned in a circle in a overview of all that he could see. He tapped his finger against his chin, then consulted the wall where he had a large sketch of the artifact in question.
Perhaps he should have requested that Doran come visit Etzos with him. This was proving more difficult than he thought. He hadn't messed up so badly to get himself exploded or killed, but he was far out of his understanding when it came to the alchemy of the artifact.
Llyr sat back down in the center of the scholarly circle. He sighed. It'd been three trials since he'd consulted the item in question. He needed to make some kind of breakthrough if he had a chance of getting Webb in a decent position for Kasoria. The Marshall was proving far trickier than he'd initially thought. In a way, it proved that the man was a competent Webspinner, aware of manipulations and tough to pin down in a meaningful way. He didn't have any particular weaknesses or temptations either. Not enough to exploit at the level required, at least.
The blond laid down against the papers. He was feeling drained, tired, exhausted for once. His mouth tingled and he wanted Ambrosia. That would help him figure things out... or at least, get farther along. Ambrosia. Doran. ...flaying... He felt the acute Thirst and glanced at the closed, locked door of his bedroom.
Perhaps he should have requested that Doran come visit Etzos with him. This was proving more difficult than he thought. He hadn't messed up so badly to get himself exploded or killed, but he was far out of his understanding when it came to the alchemy of the artifact.
Llyr sat back down in the center of the scholarly circle. He sighed. It'd been three trials since he'd consulted the item in question. He needed to make some kind of breakthrough if he had a chance of getting Webb in a decent position for Kasoria. The Marshall was proving far trickier than he'd initially thought. In a way, it proved that the man was a competent Webspinner, aware of manipulations and tough to pin down in a meaningful way. He didn't have any particular weaknesses or temptations either. Not enough to exploit at the level required, at least.
The blond laid down against the papers. He was feeling drained, tired, exhausted for once. His mouth tingled and he wanted Ambrosia. That would help him figure things out... or at least, get farther along. Ambrosia. Doran. ...flaying... He felt the acute Thirst and glanced at the closed, locked door of his bedroom.