To humbly ask.

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best As he identified her as being the one locked in, she merely nodded in confirmation. "I am." She agreed sadly, head tilted slightly to the side as if this fact was somehow irrelevant to the discussion at hand. "No, Are, they are not. They are given freely. To bestow what I have learned over the eons to those whose souls can bare them. Like you. As a cobbler are you not drawn to unfettered and varnished hides? Do you not see all the possibilities and wish make the raw materials into what your mind knows that they can be?" His scuttling and declension back into the lore and histories of his former world only make her sigh.