Crypt nodded.
"You have my thanks. If the Ebonstryfe should ever have need of my... dubious skills, you know where to find me."
A flash of light? Fascinating. Perhaps an agent of Priskil? Quite plausible, in fact. But disappearing just like that? A mental construct, an illusion of sound, smell and sight? Ionu knows. A Morpher? Transforming into something small enough. Not unheard of, but very difficult. If all else fails... a divine agent, or a God itself. Anyway, it isn't really my business. Time to go now.
He made a deep, submissive bow towards the Paladin and Reimancer before moving away from the warehouse. A frown spread across his face as a random thought made itself annoyingly persistant.
Is what I'm doing right? Enabling the system, helping - in a matter of speaking - the agents of Rhysol, the God of Evil. True, I can't do much now. I will do as I have said: I owe no direct allegiance to any Gods except Ionu and Dira, both of which are neutral. In the case of the Trickster, switching sides according to Its whims. Perhaps that would be for the best. Then again, joining a faction might help. This warrants a trip to Syliras sometime in the future. A study of the Ebosntryfe will suffice for now.
And my goals... Mastering certain magic arts, devoting myself further to the Two... and doing whatever I like. I like that idea.
The frown faded, and was replaced by a malific grin, hidden by the hood of his cloak.
