[ A half-formed question comes to mind, as Fabius rhetorically mulls over the matter of how long Lucius has been within this world: returned to mortal flesh, will he age as they do? Might he die of old age before he finds the way back to his proper form? Like so many other doubts, Lucius has forced it deep down into the unexamined recesses of his mind, but Fabius' deathly rasp pulls it forth as if it were simply one of a dozen curiosities lined along a shelf, free for the taking.
Good, then, that he doesn't expect or allow Lucius to answer. The thought can be shoved down more, even as his tail moves in another involuntary, irritated flick. ]
Indeed, I do. There are tales of a witch within this land: bargain with her, and she'll return your precious tools to you, beyond the useless junk this primitive world has to offer. Of course, [ and his smile pulls wider, ] there is a trick to it. She only accepts a very particular currency.
[ Lucius folds his own arms across his chest, and again, a golden-clawed finger comes up to tap at his chin. ] I have been saving for this and that, but I suppose I could chip in... Provided there are benefits for me to reap. Ambrosia may be a decent place to start β for both of us.
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Good, then, that he doesn't expect or allow Lucius to answer. The thought can be shoved down more, even as his tail moves in another involuntary, irritated flick. ]
Indeed, I do. There are tales of a witch within this land: bargain with her, and she'll return your precious tools to you, beyond the useless junk this primitive world has to offer. Of course, [ and his smile pulls wider, ] there is a trick to it. She only accepts a very particular currency.
[ Lucius folds his own arms across his chest, and again, a golden-clawed finger comes up to tap at his chin. ] I have been saving for this and that, but I suppose I could chip in... Provided there are benefits for me to reap. Ambrosia may be a decent place to start β for both of us.