Frey
"Luckily, the woods do not seem to mind the opinions of others," Frey says with a small smirk, their fingers continuing to twist and wend through the scarlet water flowing around them. "The Greatwood will continue to offer its beauty and danger in abundance, ever untamed. As nature ought to be, no?" They wink.
Turning and withdrawing their hand from the water, they reach out to grasp the paper Liam produces in damp fingers, though the parchment will remain undamaged. Flicking their gaze over the ring, they nod encouragingly, though there is something softly thoughtful about the gesture that suggests it will not be as effective as the dragoon might like.
"Were this a simple sound barrier, it would be an easy matter," they say. "But what you wish to do is block the presence of a being that can broadcast itself through minds as well as listen in a physical manner. You would need a piece of that being in order to defend against it. Are you willing and able to retrieve such a thing?"
Turning and withdrawing their hand from the water, they reach out to grasp the paper Liam produces in damp fingers, though the parchment will remain undamaged. Flicking their gaze over the ring, they nod encouragingly, though there is something softly thoughtful about the gesture that suggests it will not be as effective as the dragoon might like.
"Were this a simple sound barrier, it would be an easy matter," they say. "But what you wish to do is block the presence of a being that can broadcast itself through minds as well as listen in a physical manner. You would need a piece of that being in order to defend against it. Are you willing and able to retrieve such a thing?"
