- Archmage of Memory
- Grand Magus Eldavin
Aliases for Eldavin
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| 7.25 | “Invitation to Grand Magus Eldavin of…who? To attend a conference at Wistram?” |
| 7.26 | “Child, do not mistake me. I am Grand Magus Eldavin to you. And we will speak further. I do not leave a debt unpaid. You and I will—” |
| 7.26 | The Dragon murmured into his beard. He plucked at it. Stupid hair. What was the point? But his image of Grand Magus Eldavin had a beard. The little Gnoll child was practically burning with her emotion. And Teriarch, the Dragon, had a soft spot for children. |
| 7.26 | “I am T—Grand Magus Eldavin. I apologize; I have just arrived in this inn via Celum. I was inspecting this…door. And you are a [Sinew Magus]. Fascinating. I didn’t think that anyone in this world still practiced physical enchantments anymore.” |
| 7.26 | “My field is underappreciated, but I’ve been working in it for the last three decades. Who might you be? Grand Magus Eldavin? I don’t recall hearing…” |
| 7.26 | The half-Elf’s brows rose with clear disdain for the ‘holding cell’. Grimalkin bristled—although he saw the point—then stopped. He looked Eldavin up and down. |
| 7.26 | Half-Elves were an eccentric lot. But Eldavin just shrugged. He stroked his beard, eying Grimalkin up and down. |
| 7.26 | Grimalkin replied weakly. Eldavin frowned and scratched at his beard. He muttered into it. |
| 7.26 | Grimalkin found himself humbly squaring his shoulders. The [Grand Magus] couldn’t be serious. But—half-Elves. He had white hair, which meant he was at least two hundred years old. Feor wasn’t nearly as old-looking! Or in such exemplary shape! Eldavin just waved this off. He eyed Grimalkin worriedly, coughed into one hand and replied with an innocent tone. |
| 7.26 | He patted Grimalkin on the shoulder. The Drake looked at Eldavin. Reintroducing? He blinked a few times. |
| 7.26 | Eldavin’s face grew troubled, and suddenly, wary. |
| 7.26 | Teriarch muttered through Eldavin’s voice, enjoying the attention. He chuckled as a menu was brought over. |
| 7.26 | “Grand Magus Eldavin.” |
| 7.26 | “Er…Grimalkin, Mister Eldavin, do you want more food?” |
| 7.26 | “Well met, Erin Solstice. I am Grand Magus Eldavin, indeed. I am—acquainted with Miss Ryoka Griffin. We have had business together. And we have more still. I trust I am not trespassing?” |
| 7.26 | The [Necromancer] came over, practically fawning over Eldavin. The half-Elf looked up, perplexed, as Ceria crowded behind him. He wasn’t the only one. |
| 7.26 | “Hey! Great to meet you! We have private rooms! Eldavin, huh? You’re like—the third half-Elf I’ve ever met. Where have you been? I didn’t know a Grand Mage lived in Izril.” |
| 7.26 | “Um, Erin, Grand Magus Eldavin is a private client. We have a relationship—I’d hate to compromise it. Can we—be more private? He has pressing business. And I’m wasting his time.” |
| 7.26 | Eldavin-Teriarch stood up too. His eyes narrowed. |
| 7.26 | The last comer was Moore. And the half-Giant flinched, rather than be casually split in twain by Eldavin’s words. The Dragon paused as he saw Moore. |
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