[A little playfulness follows. Really, it can't be helped. Somber and serious is very much his weakness, and oh- knowing it or not, Istredd's demeanour already has him quite enchanted.]
Keen, perhaps... or alternatively, it could simply be a matter of the soul in question being rather distinct from all others in the vicinity. And, if I may, more of a joy to behold for that difference.
[To business. A bright little smile and an incline of Hythlodaeus' head is Istredd's thanks for indulging him, and the taller of the two moves his gaze to the offerings almost immediately- picking up some form of reagent in his hands. Moon water. Applied thrice nightly for eternal youth, according to the label. Interesting, of course. But an exercise in vanity. ]
The one in question, I am most certain, is not a healer. [Perish the thought. Although that thought does make him want to laugh. ] He is not in the habit of using even a mote of his vaunted reserves to stave off the eventualities of old age, nor to correct what he would see as the result of poor judgement. Not for himself, or for any other. [With regard to others... sort of. Not without being coerced to, anyway.]
Instead...
[He places the jar down, choosing then an orb carved from black onyx. A focus, perhaps? There are engravings upon it, depicting each of the moon phases. The warmth of his hand causes each of these tiny carvings to light. ]
I think he is more the sort with a curiosity for the world around us. An instrument of which to provide a means of understanding it leads to discoveries to propel us forward, and benefit all.
Something of that sort, I think, would appeal to him far more than anything intended to benefit himself or others. And I think something like that would be much more honestly appreciated.
[The orb is placed down. Istredd is turned to, fully- and Hythlodaeus' luminescent eyes briefly form crescents.]
A pleasure to meet you, Istredd. My name is Hythlodaeus.
no problem!
Keen, perhaps... or alternatively, it could simply be a matter of the soul in question being rather distinct from all others in the vicinity. And, if I may, more of a joy to behold for that difference.
[To business. A bright little smile and an incline of Hythlodaeus' head is Istredd's thanks for indulging him, and the taller of the two moves his gaze to the offerings almost immediately- picking up some form of reagent in his hands. Moon water. Applied thrice nightly for eternal youth, according to the label. Interesting, of course. But an exercise in vanity. ]
The one in question, I am most certain, is not a healer. [Perish the thought. Although that thought does make him want to laugh. ] He is not in the habit of using even a mote of his vaunted reserves to stave off the eventualities of old age, nor to correct what he would see as the result of poor judgement. Not for himself, or for any other. [With regard to others... sort of. Not without being coerced to, anyway.]
Instead...
[He places the jar down, choosing then an orb carved from black onyx. A focus, perhaps? There are engravings upon it, depicting each of the moon phases. The warmth of his hand causes each of these tiny carvings to light. ]
I think he is more the sort with a curiosity for the world around us. An instrument of which to provide a means of understanding it leads to discoveries to propel us forward, and benefit all.
Something of that sort, I think, would appeal to him far more than anything intended to benefit himself or others. And I think something like that would be much more honestly appreciated.
[The orb is placed down. Istredd is turned to, fully- and Hythlodaeus' luminescent eyes briefly form crescents.]
A pleasure to meet you, Istredd. My name is Hythlodaeus.