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Regardless of the gripes Barty had against the pompous old fool, they still held something in common. Their long lived lives were rarely shared amongst those whose own was but a second of their time. He felt his words hold steady in the vampires heart and tug on the strings of eld. Bingo. [Color=8a9a5b]”Perhaps a little reading will be in order too, some history could enlighten us as to what sort of artifacts were floating around that area within that time period. The artifact itself may have been a form of Trojan Horse by that very same Lord he wished to break bread with.”[/color] 

Barty moved around the statue once more. He knew not to press his magic when it was fighting back this much. [Color=8a9a5b]”Réorientation would work too. Perhaps a ladder or spell to help give me height. Maybe we aren't looking at the weave from the correct angle. I assume every student that has attempted this had been grounded and on level at best with this artifact, yes?”[/color] Barty turned and looked towards Croan once more for affirmation. If he was correct then perhaps an aerial view was what was needed to advance.