[color=#007FFF][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		    nodded once, then again after Gerlinde and Torquil’s replies. He glanced at Amaris as she replied as well, then away, eyes downcast, but not out of any particular emotion as he stowed the hourglass and the vial then rubbed at his beard with one hand thoughtfully.

[color=#007FFF][b]“I agree with Gerlinde. One more try while we can actually perceive the thing is wise. Test our limits…and its. Then perhaps we follow another of the threads we’d begun to pull.”[/b][/color]

He paused then, snapped his fingers once and grinned, [color=#007FFF][b]“...perhaps we could deprive the White Church of their mine. Assist the Dancers…and broker an agreement between them and the Black Church,”[/b][/color] he offered, looking Ophelia’s way. If they followed that path, it would mean a proper alliance with the Black Church and likely an easy supply of quicksilver bullets besides. Atop that boon, they’d likely gain some favor with the Fire Dancers, and given that he’d uncovered Fulmen by happenstance after an interaction with Moira…and then with Seven, Farren wondered if perhaps he’d worked with any other creed of hunters. He had, as far as he understood it, been ‘talent’ for hire. Surely the Healing Churches had been the only faction he’d worked under.