Oh yes... I vaguely recall her mentioning something about various divisions and the like. You'll have to forgive me, I've found that you peoples' flying ships rival the veil itself in their capacity to addle my mind.
I must also apologize, I'm having terrible difficulty taking... [Talking with his hands, he makes a little spherical shape, then proceeds to spiral it larger and larger, until he just throws his hands up] this, all of this, as seriously as I fear I should. And judging by the looks of [sweeping his hand across the room, pointing at various bits of artifice, notable stopping for a while at the dragon and the table] well... I get the sense this is a very important place; but I can't help but feel as though I'm about to wake up from a dream.
[Phineas' tone suddenly changes, as he enters one of his rarely occurring bouts of seriousness] Lets uh... Let us start over. I'm sure she has told you already, but I've taken the name Phineas Dantalion. After some though, it seemed most appropriate. All I can seem to remember are memories of my craft, and even those seem a bit askew. Some family memories are mixed in with that lot, because my family didn't exactly approve of my... studies [He states, unsure of how much Trinall has told him]
The cryptic note I penned to myself was nearly entirely destroyed on my arrival. I know I am to urgently do something, but haven't the slightest idea what it may be. [Revealing the obscured tattoo] I strongly feel it is related to this mark, but I have no idea what it means, or when I received it.
And that's it, really. I've extensively studied the planes, and would like to learn all I can about this strange world. [He hesitates] Sir [Not quite accustomed to titles] Trinall seemed to think I would have something to offer your... organization, in exchange for access to your research. Maybe you would even have some insight into this whole situation?
[And as quickly as it came, the seriousness gives way to casual tones] So, what happens now, Wynnefalshond?
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You'll have to forgive me, I've found that you peoples' flying ships rival the veil itself in their capacity to addle my mind.
I must also apologize, I'm having terrible difficulty taking... [Talking with his hands, he makes a little spherical shape, then proceeds to spiral it larger and larger, until he just throws his hands up] this, all of this, as seriously as I fear I should. And judging by the looks of [sweeping his hand across the room, pointing at various bits of artifice, notable stopping for a while at the dragon and the table] well... I get the sense this is a very important place; but I can't help but feel as though I'm about to wake up from a dream.
[Phineas' tone suddenly changes, as he enters one of his rarely occurring bouts of seriousness]
Lets uh... Let us start over. I'm sure she has told you already, but I've taken the name Phineas Dantalion. After some though, it seemed most appropriate. All I can seem to remember are memories of my craft, and even those seem a bit askew. Some family memories are mixed in with that lot, because my family didn't exactly approve of my... studies [He states, unsure of how much Trinall has told him]
The cryptic note I penned to myself was nearly entirely destroyed on my arrival. I know I am to urgently do something, but haven't the slightest idea what it may be. [Revealing the obscured tattoo] I strongly feel it is related to this mark, but I have no idea what it means, or when I received it.
And that's it, really. I've extensively studied the planes, and would like to learn all I can about this strange world. [He hesitates] Sir [Not quite accustomed to titles] Trinall seemed to think I would have something to offer your... organization, in exchange for access to your research. Maybe you would even have some insight into this whole situation?
[And as quickly as it came, the seriousness gives way to casual tones]
So, what happens now, Wynnefalshond?