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[color=d4d691]"Interesting... interesting."[/color] muttered Ar´oa, in part echoing what his conversational partners had said to him and in part sifting through his thoughts. The best way to describe this part of the process... savoring a wine? Yes, he remembered many of the other race´s stories involving wine. That dark and pungent liquid, it unnerved him, the way that it caused the truth of one´s heart to spill. Much like the bracelet that was now on the table once more.

[color=d4d691]"This artifact is able to absorb poison, though its effectiveness for someone of your race and stature is uknown to me. Additionally..."[/color] he said, gently inspecting the bracelet, [color=d4d691]"It reveals the emotions of both oneself and those around them."[/color] Ar´oa tilted his head just slightly. There was more, he just had to recall it. 

[color=d4d691]"And it does so through the eyes."[/color]

His heart thumped to the ancient drums of his ancestors and their red and golden dreams. The artifact held such a strange concoction of enchantments and it was hard to tell whether he was exhilarated or uneasy from the exotic little bracelet. He imagined the impact of one wearing it in anubis society, breaking the emotionless customs of his people not just by one way but both. 

Throughout their conversation he had come to find that the others had interesting views on magic. It was obvious that they did not follow his people's beliefs, but it had still come across as a surprise to listen to their perspectives.[color=d4d691] "The way that my people sort magic in artifacts might seem strange to you. The Wasteland has been long considered a land of scarcity, and so we believe that the lost souls of curses must never be destroyed through brute force. They must be undone, so that they might ascend and continue the cycle of life, which is precious to us." [/color]

He was unsure of what Stephanie's sister had meant in her comparison. [color=d4d691]"A field of beautiful flowers? I have never heard of that saying. I wonder what she could have meant by that, although it sounds poetically pleasing to me."[/color]

Vilkas made more sense, though it had never ocurred to Ar'oa that other races could organize their enchantments like that. [color=d4d691]"Using those categories, most anubis enchantments would be activated, interesting. To my knowledge I have never witnessed an eternal enchantment in use. Would it disturb nearby entities?"[/color] He asked. Something like that could be dangerous in The Wasteland if so.

For a moment, thoughts of the curse that had haunted his clan for generations crawled through his mind in a brief daze, like dark and strange insects. The Sanctuary would no doubt keep it from harming him, but it would be unthinkable to consider that any sort of victory. Perhaps later he could leave the castle to check on it.