Not without due caution, this faun. And rightly so, even were it the real Ardbert who had approached. Certainly, Elidibus no doubt opened with a direct question and without an introduction to see if Myr would have been foolish enough to speak openly. But he's not upset that he did not receive a naive answer.
And the faun was polite about it, so bonus points.
"A wise answer," comes the response and recognition. And he gives his name, though not without a glance around or an infantile feel for any trace of magic that might have been scrying their conversation. At least he tried. He still labors under the system that the best way to detect and know the nature of a spell is to discern its signature, rather than cast a spell to detect a spell. "I am Elidibus, an... emissary." There had been the slightest pause as if a last-minute change of phrasing had occurred.
And then, on the matter of their location, this 'emissary' offers. "And if you still do not wish to speak of matters here, then where would you suggest?"
...Suggest going with a complete stranger that is. Name and intent aside, that's still a dangerous gambit for either of them, since surely a public location would be out.
"Be aware, I would prefer if matters were to remain between us two." Well, maybe the worm can come too.
Sure, it might be safe to pick a suitable location with more ensured privacy. With this 'Elidibus'.
Who seems to have a terrible habit of falling into a state of uncanny stillness. Elidibus makes virtually no sound compared to most living creatures. Other than his voice, breathing, the breezes that part around his corporeal body, and the occasional rustle of his cloak in that same wind, it is a scary lack of imprint on the world in the moment of silence while he waits for an answer.
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And the faun was polite about it, so bonus points.
"A wise answer," comes the response and recognition. And he gives his name, though not without a glance around or an infantile feel for any trace of magic that might have been scrying their conversation. At least he tried. He still labors under the system that the best way to detect and know the nature of a spell is to discern its signature, rather than cast a spell to detect a spell. "I am Elidibus, an... emissary." There had been the slightest pause as if a last-minute change of phrasing had occurred.
And then, on the matter of their location, this 'emissary' offers. "And if you still do not wish to speak of matters here, then where would you suggest?"
...Suggest going with a complete stranger that is. Name and intent aside, that's still a dangerous gambit for either of them, since surely a public location would be out.
"Be aware, I would prefer if matters were to remain between us two." Well, maybe the worm can come too.
Sure, it might be safe to pick a suitable location with more ensured privacy. With this 'Elidibus'.
Who seems to have a terrible habit of falling into a state of uncanny stillness. Elidibus makes virtually no sound compared to most living creatures. Other than his voice, breathing, the breezes that part around his corporeal body, and the occasional rustle of his cloak in that same wind, it is a scary lack of imprint on the world in the moment of silence while he waits for an answer.