CIAN
the eye
"Is that so." The Eye muses patiently. "Did you ever think to try it for yourself?" He wonders, and though his head is turned away from Finn, the curve of his lips coats the words in amusement despite how dryly they're spoken.
"May I see it? Cian wonders in a voice that might trick someone else into thinking it had been a request. The cigarette is suddenly gone from his hand as his outstretched palm appears, silhouetted by the fire. "The Taliesins' and the Safrin-Denier. An interesting trio." He murmurs. "There is yet another relic I would like you to investigate. Do you think you would call upon the same men to aid in its retrieval?"
"May I see it? Cian wonders in a voice that might trick someone else into thinking it had been a request. The cigarette is suddenly gone from his hand as his outstretched palm appears, silhouetted by the fire. "The Taliesins' and the Safrin-Denier. An interesting trio." He murmurs. "There is yet another relic I would like you to investigate. Do you think you would call upon the same men to aid in its retrieval?"
