[center][h3]Týfurkh[/h3][/center]
Týfurkh felt somewhat challenged by The Being's so abundant use of the words 'dear friend'. He was no friend of The Being, he had merely done what he himself had found to be the right thing after having been nudged into the right direction. Yet the being was on the verge of patronizing him as if he'd actually be The Being's son! The latter's arm did not meet sympathy when it was wrapped around the giant's shoulders, but a cold stiffness that came from more than just the heavy armor still on top of them.

'Just your best bud, of course ?' For a brief moment, Týfurkh considered the possibility that the Being was just making rather poor, mocking jokes about itself, but also had to realize that he probably was kinda biased by the fact that one always tried to interpret things the way one more or less subtly wanted them to be. It was quite likely that The Being was actually serious about its encroaching spill of words -- which just made things a lot worse.

Good thing that at least Chres was keeping a neutral and helpful stance to all of this, explaining in short but understandable words what kind of black stuff they were looking at! Týfurkh felt a fair bit of worry surging in him however for Chres obviously was in an even far less preferable condition than he was himself. Should he try and convince The Being of being actually useful while here and maybe do something about the worst of their injuries ? The giant almost dropped the word, but then held it back as The Being told a story about it being useless anyway. Quite hard to imagine given the powers it had already shown off within the last couple of minutes, but better not to provoke something, but instead get over with the whole affair as quickly as possible and seek medical attention elsewhere all the sooner, Týfurkh decided.

[color=ff9900]"Your ability to impact the world has been stripped away lonce since ? I'm really wondering why anybody would ever consider doing that..."[/color] he dropped into the conversation dryly, internally applauding to whomever had brought that blessing of limiting The Being's influence upon all of them.

[color=ff9900]"Oh I'm sorry Bud, I've stopped hearing anything below a certain threshold after that couple of explosions I have been part in over the last couple of days. Maybe you can come back later and applaude us then when we've all had a bit of rest and recovery ?"[/color] He tried to join Chres' efforts of pointing out The Being's conversational flaws, but actually had only little hope for that having any noticeable effect.

Maybe Týfurkh would have adopted a much more angrily stance had the subsequent exchange of words not turned into one actually being much more useful than the talking so far. At least they were now given some serious explanations, even though they were hard to understand to say the least. 

[color=ff9900]"So..."[/color] he started, releasing his words almost one by one with some noticeable gaps in between as he had to think about how to formulate the whole sentence. [color=ff9900]"What we're looking at... is essentially... a piece of reality that no longer is what it should be... because O'Kal has tampered with it... in order to maintain a presence in our world ?"[/color] Did that question make any sense ? Hell he wasn't even familiar with the whole matter enough to feel confident about that. [color=ff9900]"So let's stick to the basics first before I get a headache:"[/color] and he raised his palms towards Chres and Bud as if to make a stop sign. [color=ff9900]"That shadow metal here, you say it's not dangerous ? Then is there anything what we need to do about it ? Or is there anything we actually can do about it ? Like... if it's the black sheep of magic deterrents, can we collect and use it ? Just in case we run into more Sightless or the like."[/color]