Closed Buying, Selling, and Plotting (Miro)

[Alric Wilmot]

63rd of Summer 513 AV Alric Wilmot woke early, though it meant little. He had stayed with Miro, accepting his offer to stay at his home. Though he had not slept in the residence that first night due to his belongings still being held in some inn. The sun had just begun to shine in the window, and still Miro and his servant were nowhere to be seen. They had not been in the residence last night when Alric had returned from registering. They were a mysterious bunch, that much was certain. Alric knew that Miro need not sleep any longer due to his undeath, but Lessom he thought had to sleep sometime. Though where or when he did not know. Alric got off the bed and rummaged for his clothes, his fine ones, for today. The battle armor would not be needed, as Miro was fearsome-looking enough to keep would-be thieves at bay. Well, that and the fact that he was now a citizen with all the rights that entailed. Yesterday had been quite eventful. The day had largely been wasted at the registration building, but the night had proven quite fruitful. Alric began to put on his clothes before noticing a water basin and a rag in the corner of the room. Lessom must have left it there, knowing Alric liked to clean himself as often as possible. Alric stripped then and washed himself before dressing, glad that even though he may not be a noble, he could still appear one. And honestly, appearances were what mattered. He yawned and stretched and thought back on last night. He learned much, including the political climate of Ravok, something he should have learned much sooner. Ravok indeed had a sort of nobility, with powerful families deeply entrenched in the government, attacking each other both with open and hidden fists. It seemed Rhysol was not the kind of master to make his dogs heel when they fought for dominance. Alric would make use of that. This, Gru'tral, the current Ebonlord, was key to making the families indebted to Alric, he knew. The Lazerin patriarch, whatever he had been told his name was, was vying for Gru'tral's position. But Alric knew that such a grab for power meant violence, and violence meant that something would be lost. Whether it be time, money, livelihoods, or blood, the Lazerin's would lose something whether they won or not. But Alric could give them their victory peacefully. He knew he could. The only thing to do was convince the Patriarch to promise him some sort of reward, and the other families too, if he could help it, and deal with Gru'tral. But it would not be without dangers. He knew that. Which was why he was waiting for Miro to return. Alric knew that today was a day to re-supply and restock, and he meant to go with his undead friend. He had greater awareness of the city, having lived in it near a season if not more. He would know the best move to make and how to make it. So Alric sat on the bed, back stiff and straight, legs crossed and hands folded, waiting for Miro to return.

[Miro]

It was nice to have Alric decide to live in Miro's apartment. The wizard had come to find it work almost like a locker. He would go to it to change equipment and little more. Alric used it in a similar way, but also to sleep, but then was on with his day. They would both only stop by when it was convenient for having time apart, but it also meant they could spend much of their time together. Lately though Miro had been out quite a bit. Around the city he had been eyeing things he desired, and soon he would make them his. In fact, he had a list he had been compiling, though some things could would have to come later.

Lessomm had been given time off to attend to personal things, only needing to check in a to maintain the room and serve if required. His master would be shopping today. The list of items he found he required was quite lengthy, but he had found a combination of shops that would provide all he needed. Alric knew that the undead had shopping in mind, but not what he needed any of the equipment for. Most would be obvious, but some of it, not quite. Much of it was magic supplies, as one might guess, but the wizard had more in mind.

Some things he wished to share, others he knew would startle his friend. The Chained One did not know how much value Alric put in innocent lives. It would prove problematic if he was against Miro's need to occasionally take a victim. One worthless soul was worth it to sustain him, a powerful wizard. He desperately hoped the loyalty of his friend remained where it should. But he could not risk that for now. Perhaps he would help ease Alric into having a more open mind. Hypnotism on a friend was okay, as long as it was for his benefit.

Miro was arriving from home after stalking a girl he had taking a liking to. She looked so innocent and had the most delicate and soft skin he had ever seen. But he would just watch for now, it was not the time to act. He would gather supplies today, leave with Alric as quickly as possible. It was a shame Lessomm was not with him, for he was hardly limited by the disability of having too few arms. The wizard walked through his door and walked directly to his wardrobe to grab his pack. He spoke to Alric without even a glace as he walked to his desk to retrieve his coins. He smirked as he secured his pack around his back and tucked his coins in his sling. "Time to leave for the shops. Whatever catches your eye, I shall buy. Think nothing of it."

The undead walked to the door and hesitated before he turned around. "Alric, you have two good arms, and I hope a pack as well. Help me carry supplies. If you would like, we could work to discover your Reimancy element as well. I am quite curious which element you'll attune to, and how you will balance it with your other skills." He focused on what he was to do, and wondered if Alric had any destination in mind. "There are only two shops I wish to visit. Black Tar's is the first, I plan to get philtering and Glyphing supplies, and maybe a few other useful things. Then we go to Odds and Ends, for there are various supplies needed for world magic experiments."

Miro turned and smirked, almost unable to pass through the door. He eyed Alric and could not help but to bear his fangs in an eerie grin. "I am not sure I can bear to wait any longer. I want to see what you are capable of with Reimancy. It may not seem like long since I have initiated you, but I have waited ever so long to see any of my initiates mature beyond fledglings. Show me your Res!" He held his hand out and leaked gaseous Res towards Alric. The mass floated before him and clumped together into an orb of liquid Res the size of his head. "Surely you can produce this much. Somebody as talented as you, I am sure you could learn to transmute it quite rapidly. It just takes a little practice, you'll see."

[Alric Wilmot]

Alric's eyes widened at how quickly Miro acclimated himself to the room, no stopping or waiting, he knew exactly what he wanted. He offered to pay for anything Alric found out on their trip, and Alric normally would have refused. But his supplies were wearing thin, and he had yet to find any employment. Hypnosis was his only skill of note, and he was trying to hide it. It made things rather difficult. Still, soon if he played his cards right, he'd have all the money he could ever want. He debated if he should speak to Miro here or elsewhere about what he had discovered. After a brief while he decided to wait. Instead he rose and gathered his pack to help carry supplies. Miro spoke on where he wanted to shop, and though Alric did not know the places, Miro gave sufficient explanation for what to expect inside them. Alric remembered the comments spoken at the meting between Rayage, Miro, Lessom and himself, and thought to see if he couldn't find a book on Animation. Of the other magical disciplines Alric knew of, he thought that one might be most beneficial to his long term goals. With his thoughts in order, he took the pack and emptied its contents onto Miro's bed to allow enough room for the day's activities. Alric turned to head out the door but was stopped by Miro. Apparantly he was still on about Reimancy. Alric had never taken the craft to heart, and it being Miro's favored discipline, he found that Miro wanted Alric to succeed in it even more so than Alric himself. He seemed almost, lustful, the way he wanted to see Alric's res. Alric shrugged his shoulders and decided to oblige him. After all, he was sleeping in the man's house. And it wasn't all that important. He bared his hands to Miro, the scars small due to being neglected. But they still provided their initial function. With effort, Alric could force a small sea-green ooze from his palms. Miro had created an amount as big as Alric's head, and had asked Alric to produce a similar amount. Alric had only made about a handful. "Wait, wait. Let's see." Alric concentrated harder, and gave a grunt. More ooze leaked out, but this time it was less thick, and more watery. It shimmered and shone, and looked as if diamonds were embedded in the liquid. Still, for all its beauty, Alric felt rather disgusted with forcing it out. How did Miro change it from gas to liquid? Just force of will? Alric thought harder, trying to thicken it up again into a gel. At least to make it more bearable for him. He gave off a little self-satisfied smirk as the res did indeed form back into a gel, not only what he was extruding, but even what had already been plopped onto the floor. The floor. "Oh, petch. Now it's all over your floor. Don't worry, I'll get it. And just so we're clear, I'm not so sure practicing Reimancy today would be wise. I have other things I want to discuss. I'll try to make this clean up quick. Terribly sorry about the mess, Not sure what I was thinking, just producing it like that" Alric almost wiped the remaining res on his pants, until he remembered he was wearing white and the res would show quite clearly. If only I could turn it into a gas like Miro and let it float away... Alric's eyes widened at the thought. Why couldn't he? He began thinking again, concentrating on the substance and its thickness, and willed it to become thinner. Gas, Liquid, and Gel he was certain, were all very much the same. Gas, he felt, was simply liquid that couldn't hold itself together. Either due to emotional problems or because the parts it was made up of didn't like each other. So he turned the gel back to liquid, and attempted to make the liquid become gas. However, instead of turning into a res gas, it seemed to produce a small breeze and disappear altogether. Alric's eyes widened in surprise and blinked a few times. What did he just do?

[Miro]

Alric could at least show his Res, in the very loosest definition of the term. What it meant was to show your skill in Reimancy, which in the apprentice's case was a slight emission of Res. And if this was the best he could manage, it was obvious Miro had been too easy on him. It was as if he hadn't produced Res even once since his initiation, and didn't know anything at all. He swore he could learn on his own, but it did not seem likely he understood enough to even begin. The Hypnotist had slept away a great deal of time while the Reimancer had practiced his Hypnotism. He did not want to watch his apprentice stumble about without any guidance. How long they even had left together remained unknown.

"Your Res is linked to your will. Your Djed has only been transmuted, and though it is unstable, you can control your Res. To move it freely, compact or expand it, and most importantly we transmute it. Transmute Res into an element, but only after it has been properly guided by your will. It will also evaporate and slowly lose mass. Right now with your skill, I doubt you can command it more than a foot away from your body. Don't count on getting that Djed back, but learn from its loss." He would need to learn to understand the magic before he could do anything. Condition his soul to deal with the strain of producing Res, and train his mind to control it.

"There is much I can teach you, but we will wait until later. I see you are not ready to find your element yet. You did as much as you could, but until you train more you will not be able to do anything." The wizard walked out of the room and closed the door behind Alric. As they walked towards the exit he explained how their trip would go. "Odds and Ends is not far from here, and I think it would be best to head there first. I am in need of glassware, as well as some other miscellaneous items that have various uses. Also I have my eye on a few chests, one of which will assist us at our next destination."

There were a few items there he would be happy to have, but he wished it to be a quick stop. Where he really wanted to be was in the Plaza of Dark Delights. Black Tar's had a great selection of wares, almost all of it appealing. It would be one of those times where the undead indulged in the luxury of having money. He needed this one, craving it for so long, and had too many plans he desired to see in motion. They walked from the building and out into the streets. Their destination wasn't far. "After we are done here, off to the Plaza, to Black Tar's, and there we will get all of our para-magic and magic supplies. A Simple list really, but very important. Scrolls, philtering and bontany tool kits, and best of all books. Actual written books on magic and philtering."

Miro and Alric walked across yet another bridge and finally found themselves at the entrance to the shop. One could always tell when they'd arrived. They entered, and the Reimancer was filled with warmth at all of the filled shelves. Everything in the place had a purpose. But he only needed a few, and he knew right where they were. First the chests, two finely made ones. One was small, plain, but featured a simple lock. The other however was much larger, with leather straps and a handle. It would work well to hold all of the supplies he needed. He took the small chest and filled it with vials, then placed it in the larger chest. He grabbed bottles, blank books, and would look for a few other items.

There was a scabbard that looked as if it would fit his gladius, a pouch for his belt, and even manacles. The items were gathered and taken to the front counter. Gloria took each item out of the chest, inspected it, then put it back in. "Looks like about 75 gold-rimmed Miza." The wizard waited to see if Alric had any items to add before paying. And without saying a word he grabbed his coin pouch out from his arm and counted out the sum. He took his items and walked to the exit and waited for Alric before leaving. "This chest will make things much more simple, though I still do believe I will require your assistance."

Miro called over a Ravosala and stated their destination. He then turned to Alric with a smile. "We are off to Black Tar's now, and there I will get the rest of our supplies. After that I am free, if you have any business to take care of. Maybe there is something you have in mind. We have some time on this trip, perhaps you could tell me a few things." So far the Reimancer had been very focused on his task, but on a trip there was nothing he could do. It would be nice to have some time to interact with his friend. It would definitely be reassuring to hear that he wasn't the only one looking to the future.

[Alric Wilmot]

Alric shook his head in mild amusement at Miro's quickened speed. It seemed Miro's patience was thin today. Luckily he expected Alric to go with him, and so Alric did not have to ask. Although Alric was still mightily confused about what he had just done with his res, he was at least glad that the mess was gone. Miro too, obliged Alric's request not to spend so much time on reimancy. At least, not today. Miro left the room and Alric followed, his now empty backpack with him. Miro shared his plans for the day, and Alric remained silent, not finding much to comment on. They were stocking up on magical supplies it seemed. Not much of which was readily useful to Alric. But that was fine. The entire reason Alric wanted to come along was to discuss what he had discovered last night. If he happened to stumble across something useful, it was all the better. But that was not the goal. Suddenly, Alric's ears perked up. Miro had mention going to "Black Tar's" an establishment that Alric was unfamiliar with, but according to Miro had actual books, on magic no less! Alric had a vested interest in Animation after learning of the Daek Nuit from conversation held in Miro's house a few days prior. He supposed that plotting might not be the only reason he'd tag along. The door closed behind them and Miro led the way towards the first stop. They walked over a bridge, and through a few damp streets to the store. Miro entered promptly as Alric followed silently, observing the premises. He did not bother with a cloud of apathy, he figured that no one would attack him while he was with Miro, ghastly appearance that he had. He let Miro gather things that he needed, it seemed that he knew exactly what he wanted. Alric looked around, not finding anything particularly interesting to him. That is, until he came to the grooming section. He had always liked to bathe at least once each week, a luxury that could not be indulged. He had taken to daily washings from a basin, a more rudimentary way to keep clean, and not altogether impossible. But he had only ever used water. Now, he was affronted with so many soaps and creams he nearly fainted. He had never in his wildest dreams imagined that there were so many varieties! He looked abound wide eyed before selecting a soap that smelled vaguely of a flower and a cream that smelled... well very good. He hadn't the foggiest idea what it was supposed to smell like, but it was very nice. There were other things, but Alric was content with something to wash his hair and smooth his skin. He and Miro already had an interesting dynamic and duality, he thought it funny that the gap would be so widened by a few smells. The fact that it would help him appear ever more the nobleman appealed to him as well. After all, appearances were everything. He joined Miro and added his soap and cream to the vials and scroll that seemed more proper for a shopping wizard. Miro said nothing, but Alric thought he could detect an urge to bury his head in his hands. It took all of Alric's willpower not to laugh. Though Alric was about to pay for his own things, Miro beat him to it. He frowned at that. He did not like charity. But he said nothing. He was living in the man's house, he had already taken his charity. At last they left the shop as Alric placed the soap and cream in his backpack and followed Miro as he called a Ravosalaman over to ferry them to Black Tar's. Alric sat down as Miro continued to stand. Alric briefly wondered if his undead friend ever grew weary anymore. As Alric thought this, Miro turned around, and though Alric could not see his face, read his body language to assuage that Miro was smiling. "We are off to Black Tar's now, and there I will get the rest of our supplies. After that I am free, if you have any business to take care of. Maybe there is something you have in mind. We have some time on this trip, perhaps you could tell me a few things." Alric's casual smirk slid from his face and he turned to the Ravosalaman. Alric knew that these silent men were always listening, even if others occasionally forgot. He filled his nostrils, mouth and eyes with djed before expanding his sphere of influence toward the man. What he was about to discuss between Miro and himself was not to be known by anyone else. "My dear man, I do believe I must ask a favor. I know you have learned much from reckless tongues, but you will learn nothing here today. You will not retain any information of me or my colleague. Our appearances will become formless, our voices dull and monotone. Our words will not be able to be recalled, and the entire day will be hazy. This is not your fault of course. Yesterday was very difficult, with many rude and nasty customers. To ease your burdens you drank heavily today, and did not pay attention to anyone. My friend and I? We are just some of many, and our words and voices you never paid attention to, nor will. When Alric was done hypnotizing the man he turned to Miro, a serious look on his face. This would be a very eventful day indeed. "I apologize for the extra security Miro, But I have learned not to be reckless. Alvadas had turned rather dangerous in my final days there. As lovely as it is, and as lovely as Ravok is, I cannot help but find several similarities. Beyond that, however, I have much to tell you about what I discovered last night after I applied for citizenship. I took hold of a Ravosalaman much like this one and persuaded him to share some intimate knowledge of Ravok for me. After all, I'm a citizen and should know the goings on. While I'm sure you were already familiar with the families and Ebonstryfe, I was not. So I asked about them. Now, even if you are familiar with the two groups, I think it might be interesting for you to find out that there is a...dispute with the current leadership of the Ebonstryfe and Lazerin? Apparantly the other families aren't sure who to back. Gru'tral, the current leader seems to be the only thing standing between the head of the Lazerin's taking the Ebonstryfe. But of course, a direct confrontation is unlikely. It will result in civil war and advertise to Syliras that Ravok is ripe for invading. Also, it seems unlikely that the Lazerin can win without the other families backing, and even then it isn't all that probable. However, knowing this, means that the Lazerin still cares enough about this to overlook the various pitfalls. If this is true, I propose we offer services to Lazerin and get him indebted to us. We can take down Gru'tral for him, with little fanfare. I believe I might be able to persuade Gru'tral to step down... much like I did with Ender." Alric fell quiet, eager to hear Miro's input.

[Miro]

Miro always enjoyed watching Alric use his Hypnotism, but to be so brazen was startling. The Hypnotist paid little attention to priming his target or keeping his manipulation subtle. If it were not for the spell covering its own tracks and making him forget what the wizard had said in the first place, he might as well be declaring an attack on him. Though it did work, he had mastered the discipline. It was hard for him to comprehend being able to manipulate on that level with his current skills. And then the news he presented. Politics were a delicate thing, but Alric was good with delicate. "I am not familiar with any rumors relating to anything but Forus. This is all news to me, so give me a moment to think it over."

The Reimancer did know a bit of the families and Ebonstryfe. Without knowing too many details, he knew that Gru'tral was the leader of Rhysol's army, and with good reason. A Druvin, a priest of chaos, unable to be killed in battle. However Lazarin as well was powerful, with a reputation for Reimancy. Take down Gru'tral, Miro and Alric, for Lazarin. What kind of reward does one get for causing the ascension of an Ebonlord? The thought tightened the chains around him. He could not pass up the opportunity to take the power that came from such a feat. The Hypnotist was confident he could win, and the Reimancer as well expected that he could achieve victory. With the preparation to ensure success he was sure it could be done.

"We certainly could take him down with a proper plan and execution. However I am missing some details here. How do you expect to get this offer to Lazarin, get him to put his faith in us? Do you even know if it is possible to get to Gru'tral? Either we get assistance from the family, or you better be damn good at working minds. Because the only other alternative I can think of is to force our way in with Reimancy." It would be difficult to get things to even line up. Taking down Gru'tral sounded like an impossible task, but a master wizard specialized in impossible. Alric was set on this, so Miro would do everything he could to help him.

"Ender, I want you to think on something for me. Think of how one could combine Reimancy and Hypnotism. Find a way to bridge the gap between the disciplines." Miro would start by doing his part right now. He had to do everything he could to keep Alric from being forced into combat. A wizard's magic only goes so far. "We will need to prepare for this. Do you remember the technique I suggested for Ender back then? Perhaps now is the time to apply the tactic of brute force and use Glyphing. Spells you have already paid the cost for, and can be used at your will. With my skill, I could store a few days worth of Djed to be released at once."

The Familiar was puzzled by this task given to him by his master. To combine disciplines was no simple thing. Not only that, but he knew there were many ways. He thought of what each discipline was capable of, though everything he came up with made little sense in application. To even expect two people to work in unison without prior experience in a tense situation was foolish. Combining the disciplines actively resembled teamwork more than a technique. Then a thought crossed his mind. They already planned to use Glyphing to prepare it before the confrontation. A switch could be used to combine them.

"Create a sigil to combine Reimancy elements with Hypnotic effects Alric has created. The element would then carry the effect in some way, though I can not be sure. Think carefully which element you choose, because you will be wielding it with your Res. Of course this means you can guide it to them or use it to aid in a transmutation." A fine suggestion, and something to consider how to achieve properly. It was amazing to see Ender listen to an order and give such an impressive answer. Simple enough to think of, though his insight was dead on. If the point of it was to effect their state of mind then he proposed using smoke or water.

To either choke or drown them would cause them to open themselves to the effect due to being smothered in it and panicking. However water was much harder to manipulate, so smoke seemed the logical decision. Especially how easy it was to get in their lungs. The next question came from just how much Reimancy and Hypnotism this required, and how to Glyph it. Those details would come to him in time. "Not only am I able to store your Hypnotism spells, but I am also to empower my Reimancy with their effects using Glyphing. In this way I may wield my magic as well as your own against them."

The fact that they were preparing for such a dangerous task meant they would need to stock up on supplies heavier than he thought. Perhaps their destination after finishing shopping would be to prepare immediately. The theory of properly creating master Hypnotic Reimancy using his level of Glyphing would be difficult. He imagined it meant multiple sigils to enhance the mass and quality of the product. And as the Djed would build, so too would the scale of the Glyphing. "I already have a technique in mind. We should begin work sooner rather than later. Only so many focuses can be filled in a day. This will take time to prepare."

[Alric Wilmot]

Alric smiled at Miro's response. Never a question of why, only how. That was one of Miro's best traits. He knew how important it was for Alric to gain influence. While Miro agreed that they could succeed, he seemed far more hesitant than Alric. Alric quickly decided that this venture was even more dangerous than he himself has believed. If Miro was growing cautious, then these Druvin were fearsome creatures indeed. "I did not mean to imply that this would be easy Miro. I honestly have only given it a night's thoughts. I meant to come to you quickly, so that you might offer input. I'm rather new to this city, and have not practiced infiltration before. Though, I had thought to make use of my illusionism to get us close to Gru'tral. We are at a distinct advantage if we can bypass as many obstacles as possible. The more adversity we face, the more likely it is that we will be overwhelmed by it. Alric saw Miro hard at work, thinking up ways past problems that Alric did not even know existed. He suggested using the glyphing strategy that he had spoken about once before. Alric then got a brilliant idea. Or rather, an idea he thought was brilliant. What if he stored obsessions withing Miro's scrolls? Or even multiple Obsessions within the same scroll? If the Druvin's minds were as powerful as so many thought, then it might prove necessary. He was about to offer his input when Miro spoke on combining their disciplines. Alric nodded then, and gave it some thought of his own. He remembered his accidental transmutation of his own res into air. Invisible, ephemeral, and undetectable. He then recalled his defense mechanism while a non-citizen of Ravok. A cloud of apathy to make others not take notice of him, could something similar be used in this instance? Given to Miro in case they were separated and he did not have the benefit of being covered by Alric's mark? Alric considered it a possibility. Perhaps instead of apathy, an outright willful ignorance would be best? Something similar to what he did with the Ravosalaman here. Alric perked up at Miro's last few words. "I already have a technique in mind. We should begin work sooner rather than later. Only so many focuses can be filled in a day. This will take time to prepare." "Then I suppose I should give my own thoughts on the subject. This, ability, to make one obsess over one thing, is extremely powerful. And if it is proceeded by the proper conditioning, and trance, it becomes near-permanent. It is our key, I think, to any peaceful takeover and subjugation. However, I am only able to cast one safely a day. I might be able to cast two, if we were truly desperate and had no other option but death, but I would not want to try it. I have been very careful in my work not to push too much. I haven't overgiven to the point of near death, and I don't mean too. Instead, what if we stored my Obsessions into your scrolls? If we start today, and continue until the end of the season, we'll have over 30 stored up. With that amount, I can become as big a threat as you can with your reimancy. Also, sneaking in Grut'ral's office I believe is simpler than you might think. I hold a mark from Ionu upon my person and can conceal myself from sight. Magical traps, may pose a problem. But I can Hypnotize a guard into accompanying me while I stay a fair distance. As for you, and if my mark is somehow negated by Rhysol's energies, we can infuse air with some rather powerful hypnotic urges to ignore us. I used a very potent cloud of emotional apathy when I was not a citizen to make others ignore me. I imagine I can duplicate the effects if you find some way to combine our disciplines. Though I must admit that I did not think that possible. The only thing I believe will pose true trouble is getting an audience with the head of the Lazerin Family himself. I can't just use my hypnosis without first knowing who to hypnotize. I don't even know where he lives, to be honest. If you have any ideas on that end, I'd love to hear them."

[Miro]

Miro thought more about what Alric said. It was surprising how far he'd gotten with only a day's thought, but that too was alarming. To feel so unguarded with this plot, afraid the time for action would come too soon. But he knew it was just the opposite, his friend had acted haste, and that alone was the reason their plan was so raw. It took time, and from now on they would have that time dedicated to it. The Hypnotist was still green in using his skills in such a way, but was skilled enough to modify his style. This all however was right up the Reimancer's dark alley.

The obsession technique Alric mentioned would be useful if stored. The way he spoke of it, an obsession sounded to be the strongest Hypnotic spell he could perform. And having witnessed how easily he could chain and weave manipulation, it truly must be impressive. Enough so that he would not be able to make a sigil strong enough to contain very many of the spells with a Djed content like that. It would take a great deal of care to chain more than a few safely, and perhaps even then some unique upgrades done on the typical scroll. But everything was possible with enough preparation, and of course when willing to take the risk.

Though the rest of his ploy seemed roughly carved, minus a few missing details. Surprisingly enough Miro could fill in many of the gaps. It took a moment to recall everything he was told and sort out how to present it, but things were starting to come together. "Gru'tral's office, I imagine he has one of those, but I can not be sure. All anyone knows is that the Ebonlord is given sanctuary within the Temple of the Black Sun, the headquarters of the Ebonstryfe. It is the city's most sacred building, and quite well protected. Although I had heard that it had been attacked in the past by the Rising Dawn. Though I won't put much stock in such nonsense."

It was silly to think that a group of terrorists would perform such chaotic acts against the god of chaos. Even more ridiculous that somehow they could still be lurking in the shadows, unable to be destroyed by the Black Sun. If they were a real threat, it was one the wizard hoped to rid the city of. He did wish to please Rhysol and was compelled to ascend the ranks of the Ebonstryfe. This was another reason the plan worried him. It could be a rumor placed by Gru'tral to lure out those who were not loyal to the cause. Rid himself of those who would wish him harm. Without risk however, there was oft very little reward.

At least they would not start with the Ebonlord, but rather Lazarin, the head interrogator for the Ebonstryfe. That man even put fear in Miro by his reputation alone. Though he had found out that it was possible to be brought into a family if not born. And this was something that interested the undead. If there was any family for him to have connection to, it would be the Lazarin. But he also knew that in terms of basic information, slaves were privy, yet loyal. Though all knew not to act against the family, even their lowliest slave. It provided a few options when they could be interrogated discretely.

"To get to Lazarin, as you said, it is indeed difficult. Not that getting through the Temple will be any easier. You aren't even a Chaon. And that is something that can't be faked. They will sense instantly you are not one of them, so don't even bother pretending. Anyways, Lazarin is head interrogator for the Ebonstryfe, and all know to fear him and his household. However I have heard of people being inducted into the family without blood by some feat. Also slaves minds taken apart for information might yield details needed for an infiltration on the estate. We could learn what information we need on the family from slaves, and use your Hypnotism to seem likely prospects to be inducted into the family as well."

Miro grinned at that last part. It would certainly be worth it to join the Lazarin family, as they held the greatest influence in the Ebonstryfe. "I should expect that even if we are unable to gain any ground within the family quite yet, we can propose so much more. But of course something like that is worth quite a bit. Not just a name, but a promotion. You are playing Ravokian politics my friend, so think hard what that means. The way we gain from this is a position within the Black Sun or Ebonstryfe. By assisting Lazarin and having his support, we may find ourselves on the fast track to paladinhood. For this reason I have longed to become a part of his household." And any paladin was akin a noble within the city. They got perks, opportunities and influence enough to make their aspirations a reality.

"I do suggest you take consideration to joining the ranks of the Ebonstryfe. Somebody with your skills, and especially with your drive, you would do well. None can touch the Stryfe, and as you rise through the ranks, so too do your resources and influence." That was at least taken care of, though some things were not. Miro had purposely skipped over further mention of Glyphing so he could weigh out Alric's suggestion. Using air had ups and down to it. First was that it was invisible, mostly as a negative. It would risk friendly exposure and be harder to manipulate, though that offered one perk. The undead could fill a room with it and all else would breathe it in and think nothing, left only to suffer from its effect.

With an effect to inspire one to become aloof and lost within a foggy mind, it would be a great spell. One that they could even protect against the negative effect with a way he thought of. Lessomm had the ability to do what he called tasking on his Shields. A tasked Shield could block a specific thing, and only that thing. As such, hypnotic air could be blocked, while breathing air is not. The Shield would be invisible, offer magical protection, and allow a reprieve from his own Hypnotism. It would work, and the best plan was one that involved several contingencies and variations. Smoke made a great aggressive tool, while air was perfect for passive use.

"So I have considered all you've mentioned with Glyphing. You pick up things fast, and I like your suggestion. We can prepare multiple hypnotic elements for different scenarios and effects. Even Shield ourselves from possible exposure using Lessomm's abilities. To make air that causes one to be aloof and black out as if from drunkenness, very useful. The technique would be silent, invisible, and completely undetectable without Auristics. And even then, what can be done to stop it once the effect has set in? It works well. I had already considered a more aggressive counterpart. I would use smoke and induce panic. It would be obvious, though I could manipulate the element with my Res."

Then of course there was the issue of storing raw Hypnotism. "The flaw with storing an obsession creates some form of safety as well. A scroll like that doesn't have the benefit of transferring Djed by your aura of influence, but instead by tagging them with a focus and releasing it. This means you have to be able to touch them with a filled scroll. And a filled scroll is the most unpredictable product the discipline offers. Luckily as they must be touched to feel the effect, so must you. Though accidental misfire will mean that your Djed is wasted. This happens in two ways. A rune break, or an accidental triggering." This was the main advantage of their combination technique, which would be explained next.

"Our technique to bridge our disciplines, let's call it "Hypnomancy". I shall explain why it is perfect to contrast to Glyphed Hypnotism. Opposite of a Hypnoism scroll which must be touching a target at the time of activation, lest it be wasted, Hypnomancy only releases the element. This means it can still harm us, but also be used if accidentally released. And unlike the scroll which must be tagged, the element can be guided by my Res over a distance. This means that one's operative uses covers the other's faults. We shall have an answer for every assault scenario." The duo passed near a familiar landmark. "We are only several chimes away from our destination now. Before that, let us clear up the rest of this"

There was but one thing left for Miro to mention. That was exactly the extent of his Glyphing's capability and what he could do to enhance it. "My Glyphing isn't without its flaws however. I can arguably always make a larger sigil, but the larger the scroll, the larger the chance of a fault. In some cases at least, for there are ways to reduce the risk. Regardless of my skill however, we will need to make several scrolls. Storing too much Djed in one scroll is foolish, not only in case of misfire, but for need to spread the effects to many targets. This means we may need to tag a target multiple times, if for some reason the effect of one scroll is not enough."

Luckily they could mix passive and active spells, as well as long and short ranged ones. With all of them bearing Alric's stored Hypnotism, the mental effects would start to stack up no matter how they were applied. And all of this preparation left both wizards free to use their natural skills and personal Djed. Alric was still capable of using at least one obsession a day without a scroll, if it came to that. "I am currently working on ways to protect our scrolls from accidental activation, though my current technique is still very fresh. A Glyphed scrollcase to ward Djed and reduce the severity of a misfire. Perhaps even retain some of the spell."

The Reimancer would listen to the rest of what his Hypnotist counterpart had to say and try to enjoy the rest of the trip. The next five chimes would be all they had to talk before arriving at Black Tar's. He did not wish to risk speaking confidential business in front of another more than this once. They would need to finish quickly. Though this part of the trip was his favorite. The Plaza of Dark Delights was always filled with such shady characters, it was so exciting. Like at any point one could be attacked with an attempt on their life. Such a thing would give reason to kill, and that was the best fun a city could offer. Though as they rode along the channels, despite seeing a few choice suspects, it didn't happen. Never did, at least not to the undead.

Finally they had arrived at the small shop. Their Ravosala was underpaid, and the large chest was taken before they departed. It was just as he remembered it. Dull-gray, closed uninviting shutters and the door covered in the foul tar. For this reason it always looked closed, though it never was. As Alric opened the door and they entered a warm feeling crept into Miro's body. He so loved to see the cases along the walls filled with various labeled goods, and especially the mystery of the shop. Am ominous voice came from behind a curtain at the hind end of the room. It gave instructions to be careful and where to leave coins. To one side of the room were poisons, on the other shelves with other various goods. Including the sweet sight of books, each of their subjects written in bold in the spine.

"Alric, gather your wanted items and place them here. When we have gathered up all of our supplies, I'll count the sum of their costs and fill the coffer. And do be careful near the poisons, it is seriously dangerous stuff." So the undead followed his own advice and began to gather his items. The tool kits came first, one for philtering, one for botany. Then the parchment scrolls. It was quite a large portion of the scroll supply, but entirely necessary. Fifteen of the average sized scrolls, and two large scrolls priced five times the cost of those of average size. And Finally there was naught left to retrieve but books, where most of his Miza would be spent.

He scanned the titles, though he already knew all of them. Out of them he picked out four of them, their subjects labeled as herbalism, philtering, Spiritism and Summoning. Though he expected at least one more book to be chosen by Alric. He was not sure that the Hypnotist had seen books like this for sale. Until Miro had entered this shop for the first time he hadn't either. It was a slick way to earn money though. Get a good selection of well written books, keep the originals of course, but make copies to be sold in your shop. It was this idea that encouraged the Reimancer to start a collection of texts and dedicate some time to honing his copying skills.

All of his supplies were gathered, and as he counted their cost. It was just as he planned. His supplies alone were three hundred seventy-five Miza, quite the sum of money to be spent. Along with whatever Alric would add and his previous expense, he had spent more than half of his funds. But just as well, they would go far. Hopefully much of it would be useful in recovering his losses, or to give him something that money could not. At least now they had the supplies necessary to carry out their plans. What they planned went beyond anything either had done in the past.

So Miro filled the bronze dish with the proper sum and removed the contents of his chest. He then began to fill his pack with all of the books, both blank and written, as well as the average scrolls, and last the small chest containing his vials. He then loaded the pack in his chest along with the leather tool kits, and on top of them placed the manacles and large scrolls before it was shut. He lifted the heavy container and noticeably limped to the door. Even with his strength, the weight of the chest made it impossible to mask his weakened leg.

"Get the door for me so we can leave. We will fetch a Ravosala and head back home to drop off our supplies. From there we do as you wish. Go out somewhere, stay in and work, part ways, whatever you want. Might even explain some more of the plans I have for these supplies. Some of what I have in store is quite exciting." The door opened and Chained One stepped outside and waited for it to close before speaking again. It turned out that he only required assistance with doors, not carrying things. "Lately I have been thinking of a few ways to earn some money for my talents. Or other ways I find a bit of cash to keep my pockets from drying up. I know you have a similar interest."

[Alric Wilmot]

Alric listened with rapt attention to his friend. Miro was quick to think of strategies and ideas. Alric was right in believing that Miro would better solve this problem than he alone. Already he had thought up new techniques, and strategies. Though Alric questioned a few of them he decided that he had nothing better to offer. So he stayed silent in contemplation. Miro had a special desire to often over think things, though it worked well with Alric's more improvised plans. Alric never really had much substance in his plans, instead preferring guidelines. But with everything Miro said, Alric's guideline grew greater and more complex. Gru'tral lived within the Temple of the Black Sun, not the easiest of places to storm. But, he believed that it was possible. He had entered in the Temple of Ionu to play a prank the day he left. That consisted of simply walking in and acting like he belonged. But the Temple of Ionu was an open facility, and allowed the common riff-raff within to pay homage. he doubted the bureaucratic Ravokian religion was the same. They would most likely be well guarded with steel and red tape. But even then Alric had some ideas. The undetectable combination of hypnotic suggestion to sleep, mixed with Miro's air seemed promising. But then Miro spoke on how Alric should not pretend to belon there because they would sense he was not a chaon. That was true, but hardly the line of thought Alric was entertaining. Alric wondered if Miro truly knew what his friend's preferred methods were. He supposed he did not, after all they had met quite briefly in Alvadas and had been seperated by over a year of trauma and hardships. Each of them being molded into something new and strange. Alric simply smiled and allowed Miro to continue. In truth, Alric knew little of Miro's preferred ways of doing this too. So it was not his place to act superior. Miro then spoke on the fact the the Lazerin had ties with the ebonstryfe and might help them enter if they joined the family. Alric gave a scowl at that. He wasn't going to shackle himself to the will of the Lazerin! The whole point was to get them indebted to him! Er, them, he meant. Miro and Alric, of course. But as quickly as the words spilt from Miro's mouth they were gone. Now he was speaking on using a slave to gain an audience with Lazerin. Not a bad idea, really. But their might be a better way. Alric liked using his Hypnosis to bolster his abilities of persuasion, not necessarily remove the need. Well, in most cases. Just because that was what Alric liked doing did not mean that that was what he did all the time. Their were moments where he needed to forgo subtlety, and in those cases persuasion did not come up, only domination. "Well, Miro the slave idea has some merit. I am not completely opposed to it. Though I wonder if we might not try it on a more important member? I can freely add false memories to others, and if I might make a more important member of the family think we saved him from some horrific fate, like an attack by these Rising Dawn people you mentioned, we can then play multiple angles. Rich people have sensitive prides, and we might then make Lazerin feel already particularly indebted to us by a small amount. If we then surprise him with our offer, he will be more pleased to offer us rewards. I can still manipulate his memories of course, creating a reputation for myself out of thin air. As for joining the family... I shall leave that to you. You said that you have longed for it, and so I believe this is a prime opportunity to take it. I, however have different plans. Though, what you say about the Ebonstryfe... I'm not sure if I want to join. On one hand I do see the benefits you talk about, but on the other it is a religious order and I am not so sure Rhysol would make a good master. My goals my not coincide with his and I'd rather not give him and easy way to give me negative gnosis marks. I know not what his touch does, but its nothing good I'll bet. Still, I do need money and I always crave influence. So, we shall see." Miro seemed to digest everything Alric said, and had no real objection. Or, if he did, he kept silent. Most likely he was determining a response for Alric later. Instead he moved the conversation forward. He spoke on possible combinations of Hypnosis and Reimancy, and even revealed that Lessom, his servant was a practitioner of Shielding. He had spoken of it so casually, Alric decided that he had forgotten that Alric did not know this. Alric filed the information for use at a later date. Alric nodded at Miro's words. They were good ideas, and Alric had no fault with them. Miro went on then to speak on storing these Obsessions of Alric's. That was what Alric was calling them, as they seemed to burden the mind continuously like an obsession. Apparently they were too potent, or it was simply the nature of glyphing, to cast at a distance. Either Alric or Miro would need to actually physically tag someone with the scrolls to unleash their power. Alric's heart sunk at this. He knew he would not be able to ask Miro to do that. Alric's pride would not allow it. Already Alric was dependent on Miro for his glyphing. Alric couldn't let Miro do everything. No, no. He would have to be the one to tag Gru'tral. he only hoped his illusions could weather the Druvin's power, otherwise things would get very scary very quickly. Miro spoke on about glyphing and its flaws, and all the other technical aspects that Alric found tedious and boring. He listened as well as he could, trying to actually care about learning like he used to. But he couldn't really pay too much attention. Alric was always a hands on sort of person. Listening to a lecture just did nothing for him. Which was rather poor form considering how vital this was to his continued life. Alric's head jolted up at that thought. He payed closer attention then. He wasn't going to let boredom kill him. How unceremonious would that be? At the end of Miro's explanations, Alric decided to give his final input. "This is a dangerous venture, that we both agree on. But I think it best that we remember that we are dangerous as well. I propose we start tomorrow on this glyphing and prepare until the end of Fall. We will attempt this in the Winter. If we should wait until Spring I believe that one side or the other will strike, and negate the Lazerin's urgency to end this without blood being spilled, or need for us. I plan to make use of the morning however, so we will need to work in the evening. Beyond that i believe we have discussed everything we need to. And, luckily for us, we don't have to worry about eavesdroppers and midnight assassins thanks to having discussed this on the move with a...complying Ravosalaman." With all said and done the trip turned to more mundane conversation before they arrived to Black Tar's. Miro once more knew exactly what he wanted whereas Alric had to think about it for a bit. It was not until Alric remembered Rayage, that Alric decided to gather some items for Animation. He wished to learn that magic above all others at this point in time. Especially with death creeping ever closer. He went over to a basket filled with dolls to grab one, before finding an entire shelf full of books. Alric's eyes went wide at the variety. He had never seen anything like it! Books were so rare too, how did this store find so many? A smile grew on his face and he reached for one that read, "Animation: the Basics" and grabbed the doll. This was going to be perfect! He could hardly wait to begin. He walked over to where Miro was already paying for everything, before grabbing a piece of chalk. He had half-remembered that you needed to draw somethings on the floor for this discipline. Alric was intrigued by the fact that you did not actually meet anyone in Black Tar's. He found it rather stupid. If you had someone watching to know if a product was paid for or not, then why not just have him take the money up front? Ravokians, apparently were very impractical people. He shivered at the amount of money Miro forked over, and wished desperately he had hypnotized the shopkeeper of the previous store. He had been distracted however and had consoled himself with the knowledge that he would help out at this shop instead. He had unfortunately forgotten that Black Tar's had no one to hypnotize, or at least no one visible. Though the Ravokians were impractical, it seemed to better help them with this small thing. Alric swore that things would go through a very needed change when he ruled Ravok. Efficiency and good-will toward your fellow man, something wholly foreign to Ravok, would encompass it. Alric thought naught about the fact that he had intended robbery. Only that Ravok was filled with murderers. He looked around to see if he could spot who or what kept tabs on the comings and goings of Black Tar's but found nothing. He peered into the dark where he had heard a voice, but alas nothing revealed itself. Alric gave a growl as his friend forked over far more money than Alric was comfortable with. One day, Alric decided, Miro's generosity would be paid in kind ten fold. But for now, Alric simply said a feeble "Thank You" and followed after the undead man. Alric briefly wondered if Miro still retained the gentler and kinder emotions in his undead state. He shook such thoughts away. As they left, Miro began to speak, "Lately I have been thinking of a few ways to earn some money for my talents. Or other ways I find a bit of cash to keep my pockets from drying up. I know you have a similar interest." Alric nodded. "Yes. I have. Its been near a year now and I am running on my last bit of savings from when I was a Speaker in Alvadas. The fact that my home was demolished in the Winter Crisis also galls me. But I plan to fix the housing situation when we succeed in our latest endeavor. As for making money in the mean time, I suppose i can set up a booth in this city and try my hand as a hypnotic medicine man again... though I doubt the people here would so freely seek help for their mental ills. Though if they did I would have no drought of customers. Why do you ask? Do you have a suggestion?"

[Miro]

Expense ListOdds and Ends

High Quality Small Chest (Very Simple Lock) 22 gm
High Quality Chest 3 gm
Manacles 15 gm
Vial, 4 oz X5, 10 gm
Bottle, 1 pt, X6, 3 gm
Blank Book X5 15 gm
Belt Pouch 1 gm
Vial of Ink X2 2 gm
Scabbard 4 gm
(Alric, Soaps and Creams) 10 GM worth
85 gm

Black Tar's Alchemical Services

Book, Average 50 gm (Herbalism, Philtering, Spiritism, Summoning) 200 gm
Scroll, Parchment (2sm)Avg X15, (1gm)Large X2 5 gm
Philtering Kit 150 gm
Bontanists Kit 20 gm
(Alric, Book, Average Animation) 50 gm
(Alric, Fine Doll and Chalk) 5 gm
430 gm

Total Expense
515 gm

Miro nodded to everything that Alric said to conclude their business upon the Ravosala. Most of it made sense, and there were a few things he would like to discuss, but for now their conversation had come to an end. It would all pick up later. The rewards were mostly what made it all so easy to drop. Most of all he wanted to be set on his path in the Ebonstryfe. The reward of challenging himself to such a degree would be an arguable second best.

Then the topic changed to earning coin. The wizard called for another Ravosala and sent him back towards their home. "I am thinking of working up some funding to open a shop, one I think I can work together alright. You will find the people often want a product, though you could still offer a service as well. Why go to a hospital when you can send them home with a little hospital in a vial? To put work into converting our skills into goods to be sold, that would create a unique offer. I have a few ideas."

The large chest was sat down and the Reimancer relaxed his arm. "Books, a great item, and nothing makes me more excited. Did you not become equally excited to own one? We can gather them, write them, reproduce them, and then best of all we sell them. But the items I will sell will be mostly magical in nature. I can write a magical book about any discipline I have mastered, I assure you. I am so skilled I could even write a book to train a novice to understand everything he would need to know on his journey to mastery." But he knew there was so much more he could do.

Miro leaned in close to Alric and spoke softly to him. "I could use our magic and knowledge to create a book filled with instructions and stored spells to assist the reader in understanding a discipline. The written fundamentals of the discipline and a Glyphed application. To explain all lessons in detail, and pair with the explanation a spell to demonstrate the lesson. Perhaps with your skill in Hypnotism we could increase how much information and influence the book has over its target." He backed away and gave a chuckle.

"Of course, there is much else that can be offered. A book of spells, different volumes for each discipline, different purposes. Glyph up a master copy, include an description of each spell, make copies and fill them. You combine that with purchased and copied books, and self-written high quality books, you have quite the unique and attractive choice in product. And of course that is just books. When the supplies I obtained are put to use, they add a great deal to what I have to offer."

the wizard tried to wrap his mind around everything he wished to offer with this idea of a shop. "Scrolls, herbs, potions, and not to mention magical services. I can offer my Glyphing and Reimancy as well to accomplish a great many things. Rayage could use his Alchemy, you could perform your Hypnotism, and even Lessomm could help with his Shielding. And if we learn enough to become able in Animation, Summoning and Spiritism, our list of services grows further. Although it will be a while before anything is developed and the skills are refined enough to be viable. However a diverse selection of magical goods and services will establish a reputation, and that will turn a profit."

A half shrug was given. "I will be using all of the tools and skills to develop new products and techniques either way. With this I can at least turn my research into a source of income to sustain us. Though it could be so much more if I was not alone in such a venture. To have two masters to assist me in providing everything, I could offer so much more. Not to mention my servant and his many talents to help run the place. With how dangerous and dark Ravok can be, I figure such products would be well accepted. The Ebonstryfe themselves are quite open to magic and its many benefits. And it is work that pays very well."

It was not long before they had reached home once again. The tab was paid and Miro took his chest before making his way back towards the room. "It turns out that the hardest part of the trip was carrying my things. I do appreciate your assistance with doors, as they constantly seem to give me trouble." Ender interrupted his master to draw his attention, which was a rare thing these days while he was in conversation with a friend. "Master if you are serious on this business of philtering and herbalism, might we discuss it?"

Miro scowled for a moment, as he was readying to speak to Alric when interrupted. "In a moment Ender." They came up to the door to his home and the undead waited for it to be opened. As they entered he set his chest down next to his table and turned back to his friend. "It does seem we have much to do, and I am in need of time with my Familiar. I must thank you again for assisting me, both now and before with my icy partner. You are welcome to stay or go as you please, even spend a bit more time with me before we conclude. I however will be split in focus, and likely sorting through my purchases."

"Now what was so important you had to tell me?" The Familiar was quite surprised and pleased, as he had never heard his master state to another person he was making time for him. The Irylid thought that perhaps the way he was treated was more his fault than he had acknowledged. "If you are serious on this venture, then you will have to read your books immediately. Expect that there will be much to learn on growing plants and how to prepare them."

The grin returned to his dry lips and he opened the chest. He took out his bag and set it aside. The large scrolls and manacles would remain with his kits for now, so he closed the trunk. He then moved his way over to his wardrobe and carefully removed the small chest and set it down beside him. His Glyphing bag was pulled forth and pulled open. The scrolls were stocked inside and the bag was put away. Next he took his new books and began to place them on the top shelf of the wardrobe. The space was just large enough for each book to slide in and out.

As he finished placing the last book in he replied to his partner. "And I do expect just that. Is there a point to be made here? I intend to work hard and do whatever it takes." Ender did not give the impression he was at all relieved. "Learning to prepare the plants is one thing, however to grow them you need many things. Much of which your Reimancy can supply" The wizard was getting slightly annoyed. "I am well aware." But the Irylid was getting somewhere with it. "You will not only need to find seeds as well as the skill to raise and prepare them, but also the time to tend to them."

The Chained One continued to take care of his things as he finished the conversation with his Familiar. "I am aware of this as well, and expect that Lessomm will help. It is his job, and I know that it means he will need to be trained to do certain tasks, and I will still have to take much of my time to care for them. Did you just wish to lecture me on responsibility?" Ender laughed at the comment. "Yeah, I did. I wanted to lecture you about how we share them, and that I am capable of helping. While you are busy with the Ebonstryfe at times, I might water our plants and communicate to you."

The blank books were placed on his table along with the vials of ink for Lessomm. The bottles were put away in the chest and finally he put away his pack. The last thing he needed was something already in the room. An item The Chained One kept near the bed, hidden much like his staff. He grabbed his perfectly crafted gladius and tested it in the scabbard he had purchased for it. The blade fit in this sheathing, simple enough. It felt comfortable hanging from his weapon harness below his robe on the left side. All that Ender had said made sense, and though it was out of his usual area of comfort, he would agree.

"I suppose you could. Your ability to carry a conversation as a proxy for me is useful in itself. You will spend more time observing me tending to the plants than anyone else. What better person to guide Lessomm and deal with simple things." A self-assured feeling leaked into the wizard from his partner. "I am glad you are finally seeing what I am saying. It only makes sense for us to do what we can. We can each do our part, and mine is to assist you, as always." It truly was amazing how far Ender had come since the Hypnotism Alric applied.