Appointments

[knowitowl]

Wan Shi Tong is a very busy spirit owl, but he might be willing to spare you some time if it's important enough. However, he does request that you label it in a orderly fashion with the type of entry and the date for cataloging.

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[relictusdeus]

[Still smiling thinly, he shakes his head.] Oh, no; [A beat.] others have already, I’m aware. But, you may find that you require assistance of a different sort.

[Setting down his sketchbook and pen, he swings his legs off the table after a moment.]

I can offer you a means of safeguarding what materials your allies are capable of bringing to you. A living chest that, even if unlocked, cannot easily be opened – and will sink its teeth into the hands of any that manage.

[He gazes back steadily, his amusement not reaching his eyes.]

I know what it means to be hated and outnumbered; to have that which you care for dearly torn from your grasp by others who decide you are undeserving. Your choice is yours alone to make; but my offer stands, should it be of interest to you.

[knowitowl]

Hm. Intriguing.

And what do you expect in return for this favor?

[relictusdeus]

Consider it a gift.

[Why not? It presents a fun little project as well.]

All I ask is that you remember it well.

[knowitowl]

Very well, I will accept this.

[He's curious as well to see if it will work as he says. For the sake of knowledge if not anything else.]

[relictusdeus]

So be it. [He purrs, quietly pleased.] Perhaps I ought to begin by sharing with you a smaller variation of what I had in mind.

[knowitowl]

[Wan Shi Tong waits in expectant silence, perhaps even a bit curious as to what he is referring to.]

[relictusdeus]

[A magic circle spreads open at his feet, sigils glowing softly.] A moment, if I may.

[The portal fires off shafts of light towards the ceiling to form a pillar. And in it he vanishes, leather and flesh and bone dissolving into empty space. Within half a minute's time he'll phase back into existence with a pretty little box sitting in the palm of his hand - the end result of bored experimentation along the lines of the boneheads, or the dragoyles Hector had created.]