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[incused]

[ Kevin Regnard is seated at a desk. Several books are open before him: thick volumes with heavy vellum pages intricately decorated with illuminated lettering. It’s darker in this part of the library, the Restricted Section, to preserve the ancient tomes. Fairies float about in the air, lending their light; Kevin would be more grateful for this, except they keep making off with his quills. He has been taking careful notes, and has already covered over a stack of parchment papers with his cramped handwriting.

His face, when he looks into the locket, has that pinched look of too much reading, and his shoulders are raised and stiff; clearly he hasn’t moved from this spot for hours. His expression is dubious, conflicted. He glances away from the locket almost as soon as he activates it, as if he were going to shut it off again without saying anything.

But finally: ]

My lords and ladies. Gentlemen; gentlewomen. I am given to understand that any skill we learn here, we might bring back to our lands after this war is won. Thus I… I beg your assistance. If there is any among you with knowledge of magical healing…

[ Now he looks up. His single red eye bores into the locket, burning like hellfire. ]

I wish to learn how to raise the dead.

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Video - Switched journals

[warmassummersday]

[As requested, Elrond waits patiently, understanding this one wasn't necessarily always in full control over his temper. Which, was fine, though perhaps he could help there as well...if given the chance.

There. That is something he can help with. He smiles gently, and inclines his head.]

A fine boon indeed. My healing comes hand in hand with the use of herbs. Combining what the earth gives us, with my kin's natural talent. It may be something I could teach you, and I would do so gladly.

[incused]

[ Kevin's gaze shifts down. He is unused to asking for help, and intensely uncomfortable with having it offered so freely. ]

I am... I am in your debt.

[ Now he looks up, meeting Elrond's eyes. ]

If there is any way that I can repay you for your time...?

[warmassummersday]

[Passing on knowledge is just something Elrond does, and does so gladly.]

I enjoy teaching, it is no hardship. Perhaps you could teach me of your world.

[incused]

[ Wanting to learn about a place that, most likely, neither of them will ever see? The man is being polite.


and speaking of politeness.... ]

Ah, forgive me. I have not introduced myself. I am...

[ "Kevin Regnard," he was going to say, simply. But that isn't all he is. He is a knight with a lord and master, who lives — who must live, if there is any truth or justice in the world. In this place, in Caer Glaem, in these golden halls full of beauty and light, it is impossible to deny that these virtues exist, and so: ]

I am Sir Kevin Regnard, knight of the house of Sinclair.