Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171210061324

(S9/Maria) "I see." Thomas replies somewhat automatically as he lowers Lilrava onto the cot. He appears detached but in truth, his hearing is focused and his mind is sharp, taking in every detail of what Maria says.

He begins by kneeling down next to the little Dark Elf, threads of arcanum flowing from his fingertips in a bluish-green glow as they weave a circular Glyph. The glowing circle starts at Lilrava's feet and slowly moves across her prone form, its runic writing shifting as it displays its reading from the magical scan.

Thomas reads it, but it doesn't tell him anything he doesn't already know. He pays it only cursory attention to it as he speaks again.

"So you say he created the Magic Tools? That's quite a feat.  I've built Golems and Automata of just about every stripe, and I've not even heard of transpositional consciousness on such a large scale.  How does he manage it?"