User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-30014014-20161127220324/@comment-30014014-20161203041513

''As he listens, his crystallic finger twitches and marrow forward his celestine tablet. His mask reflects the answer she delivers, blurry images of an old world. As she stops, so does his finger, so does his mask, returning to a stand still ''"Thought so. Of course there would some who would wish to avoid fruitless wars. But, I needeth a reliable source for that..."

''The fool stops speaking, his mind tinkering about an inquiry. Left and right his head nudges, finger under his masked chin. A sublte whisper comes ou''t "I guess I should..."

With a haste to his movement, the jester claps his hand once "Alright, I wish to provide more questions for thee, but I feel like maybe I should answer any inquiry you may have about this fool standing at the opposite of this very table."