Catskull glanced from side to side, then over a shoulder, then back at the monks. They had just finished talking, but Catskull had come to his own conclusion beforehand. He knew well how treacherous magic could be in the wrong hands. His uncle had taught him many things, and one of the big ones was to never mistake a horse for a zebra. If something is too good to be true, it likely is.

"Say, monk... Thou wouldst not be plotting to use the orb for thine own nefarious and selfish desires? Prithee, tell us thy real name. Surely no such thing may cure the free will of men that begets war, and of nature's cause and effect. Should not thy orb have worked its miracles when it first was fashioned? Set this mind to ease and mayhaps I, Catskull Maclung, may still assist thee."

Catskull stared intently at the monk, looking for any tells. A bead of sweat, dilated pupils, a hastening of the breath or hurried explanations. He supposed that this monk may have been an entity wise enough to keep a cool head, but it was worth a try. Regardless of whether or not he was right, he wasn't about to slip right back into blind obedience at the whim of another evil wizard.