Knock,knock

Thalenir opens the door for Sabian and manages a weary smile. His eyes are bleary and bloodshot. "Of course. Come in." He turns to walk back to his desk, then glances back over his shoulder with a puzzled look. "You seem... different than usual. Has the aftermath of Scorch's death affected you too, then?"

"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain."
- Wizard of Oz

" Apparently, hey you look awfull if you want I can come back later?" Hey I'm gonna send you an email with what where sellin so you have some time with it.

"No no, I'm fine. A good night's sleep should do me some good. I spent the last mest in Beryl scouring the libraries for a way to rid myself of this." He nods down toward the glowing mark on his injured hand. "At any rate, let me take a look at what you have."

"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain."
- Wizard of Oz

"Any luck with the arm?" Sabian takes his pack off and starts emptying it.

A-bra-ca-dab-bra homes.

Thalenir shrugs. "Nothing in the way of a solution, no, but I have made progress. I know that if it is removed, it will likely kill me and all those near me, as I had guessed. Whether or not I could return from such a death free of the mark is uncertain. At any rate, I believe there may be an alternative, but I'll need to do more research before I can be sure."

"I don't suppose you know anything about Shimosh Rosequartz or the Knights of the Crystal Fist, do you?"

"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain."
- Wizard of Oz

" I can't say I've ever heard of them but I'll keep my ears and eyes open. But hey your gettin alot of practice with your left arm anyway."

Boldly stride the doomed.

"So how much is that stuff worth?"

"Thanks for the help." Sabian turns an leaves.