"One of their own ? That's... interesting to say the least." Well, under the assumption that Ash was speaking the truth and not just some humble rumors and fairytales he had picked up somewhere while in a stupor Vadym could only wonder whe he had not heard about a millenia-old organization earlier. One that had quite literally destroyed itself in particular one might add.

"Alright, the Mystics." Vadym continued, not feeling the need to point out his lack of knowledge yet. "So what would we be tasked with in particular ? Maybe its more efficient to start asking this way and to dig into the lore from that point onwards." the mage added.

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The man seemed terrified, terribily terrified. The gargoyle was somewhat aware about how he must have appeared to other people, but what made things really bad was that, on most occasions, he failed utterily to explain that his personality was a different one. And one could certainly argue if releaving one of his giant, razor-sharp claws was the most adequate thing for trying to appear harmless...

"Your hands are tied ? Well, that can be fixed I think. If you'd like to show this device of constraint to me ?" Each of the gargoyle's words was a little thunder, he could only hope that this unexpected need to speak would not wake up any of the villagers already sleeping.