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ISOPIA
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
Isopia listens, but for all the intelligence the beast before her ascribes to her, she does not understand.
Is this ... is he calling her into the spy-ranks? And wasn't that Knox's domain? She knew the name, but not the creature who owned it, for he kept himself constantly veiled, or so she had been told. That was a feat she was vaguely jealous of. She wasn't even able to protect the sanctity of her own name, and yet there was a member among them whose face she had never even seen.
It wouldn't surprise her if Knox had given this old one the authority to recruit her but ... why?
The words, I am not an illusor- rose to her lips, but she wouldn't interrupt him. The cadence of his voice was like a lullaby, and she didn't want to be the reason it stopped.
Yuh share their wit, their talunts. I think yuh culd do good fur the hurd
Isopia could have done without that last bit. What she could or couldn't do well for the herd was inconsequential. Hadn't she just told Archibald that she wanted to trade in her crafting magic, for warrior's magic? She could have done well for the herd as a crafter too, but had she? Or had she instead used her magic for entirely selfish purposes, creating and decorating her small clearing, and even assisting with Dragon's Throat with one of their projects? Had she asked permission? No, no, and no.
What was good for the herd, seemed of little importance.
But that she shared her intellectual gifts with others, she found hard to believe. And her curiosity ignited some competitive spark inside of herself. She had met no one in the Falls who was even close to engaging with her academic mind (except for Roanne of course), and that there might be others worth palavering with, was interesting indeed.
"What is it you would have me do?" She asked, ears forward and face attentive.
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