[center][color=0072bc][h3][b]I'onriyi Stonehand[/b][/h3][/color][/center][hr]
At Nimbus' further explanation of the young arcanist's issue, I'on frowned, though he nodded his expression becoming more pensive as he did so. Sipping his tea from time to time, he took in the information laid out before him even as his gaze remained on the surface of the table between them.

She couldn't return to the spirit realm to replenish her reserves and stabilize her soul, because the act of attempting to do so could kill or trap her. It was a truly troubling dilemma. Though, perhaps there was some way he could help her. Either accessing energy from the spirit realm for the girl or maybe finding a way that his own soul could guide her there and back? It was possible, he supposed, but was it plausible—he wasn't sure. However, he was pulled from his thoughts as Nimbus relayed Male'dai's thoughts on alchemy and enchantment. Glancing up at her and raising a brow, seeming faintly displeased, he replied, [color=0072bc][b]"A [i]mere[/i] pastime is it?"[/b][/color] There was a faint edge in his voice, revealing that he had not taken kindly to the comment.

Rising from his seat, I'on set his cup down and left the room. [color=0072bc][b]"Come,"[/b][/color] he said, not waiting for her to follow. 

Passing the foyer and entering a hallway, I'onriyi eventually came to a door, which he placed a hand on. He whispered a few words—too quiet to pick up—which were accompanied by a brief influx of energy. He then pushed the door open. When Nimbus passed the door she might notice that there was no handle. Entering the room that served as his workshop would reveal several long tables arranged along the walls, accompanied by a number of shelves, chests, and drawers. There was an archway that led to another, smaller, room that contained what appeared to be a forged—though it was inert. I'on looked the room over fondly a moment, knowing he would have to give it up for a time. After a moment he located his staff, which he retrieved where it sat on a wall-mounted rack.

He looked the item over, checking for any fractures in the crystal or faults in the metal before—with a nod—he turned to his guest and held it out.

[color=0072bc][b]"Would you call this something made purely as a pastime?"[/b][/color]

If she didn't take it immediately, he would push it out again to emphasize his intention. Part of him knew that someone with such an attitude wasn't likely to understand the value—nor the quality—of his staff, but his pride and want to correct her misconception were stronger than that voice.

Of course, he realized that he was also being rather unfair given that Male'dai and Nimbus would likely want to stay in his good graces. This in mind—once she had taken the item to inspect—he would clarify, [color=0072bc][b]"Speak honestly, mind you. I may have my pride, but I happen to value the truth more than my feelings."[/b][/color] Ironically, I'on had quite a few secrets that he would prefer never saw the light of day, despite their being the truth. Then again weren't there some things that people were just better off not knowing?

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Note: The staff does still have the 3 crystal prisons embedded in it.[/hider]