Weeks, that he'd been able to create enchanted items once more? But no notion of how long the wind had been whispering through his other magics; if it was of more recent origin, or of it had preceded the return of his mystical inclinations towards objects of stone or steel or wood.
"Something to consider, at least," he suggested to the admission of lack of attempts to create with more than just the wood and fire they both could access. Deimos had water as well, and now air, and others beyond the Provost's purview. The suggestion of poison, however - while the General was making him tea, no less! - brought a wry grin to facile lips as his friend snorted his own opinion in dark humor. "Possibly," he admitted, a touch rueful. "After our last foray into the stacks of the Atheneum, something to deter all the vermin hiding in the shelves is, admittedly, tempting." Indoors, unlikely to get out amidst the wildlife in the world beyond the thick stone walls... "But companions accompany their humans in there too often to risk it," he decided with a sigh.
A sly look over his shoulder once more, a knowing brow raised. "Not that there isn't some use in the idea for coating blades or arrow tips, should the need arise. A pity we can't find a poison that works on the LongNight monsters, though, for those that have to face them." Isla might have been able to concoct something, familiar as she was with the Spire Demon's venom... had she survived.
"Something to consider, at least," he suggested to the admission of lack of attempts to create with more than just the wood and fire they both could access. Deimos had water as well, and now air, and others beyond the Provost's purview. The suggestion of poison, however - while the General was making him tea, no less! - brought a wry grin to facile lips as his friend snorted his own opinion in dark humor. "Possibly," he admitted, a touch rueful. "After our last foray into the stacks of the Atheneum, something to deter all the vermin hiding in the shelves is, admittedly, tempting." Indoors, unlikely to get out amidst the wildlife in the world beyond the thick stone walls... "But companions accompany their humans in there too often to risk it," he decided with a sigh.
A sly look over his shoulder once more, a knowing brow raised. "Not that there isn't some use in the idea for coating blades or arrow tips, should the need arise. A pity we can't find a poison that works on the LongNight monsters, though, for those that have to face them." Isla might have been able to concoct something, familiar as she was with the Spire Demon's venom... had she survived.
