After blinking at Elea for a few moments, Autor takes his sylladex--a leather-bound journal--out of his pocket and gently baps the wizard on the back of the head.
"Are you aware that you've worried her with this inexplicable obsession of yours?" he says, and sniffs. "Honestly, Rabastan, I'm appalled."
Tsking as he picks up one of the smaller rocks, Autor shakes his head. "I don't know enough about Lunar's magic theory to make an educated guess as to what's happened to you. How frustrating."
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Date: 2013-04-04 07:11 am (UTC)"Are you aware that you've worried her with this inexplicable obsession of yours?" he says, and sniffs. "Honestly, Rabastan, I'm appalled."
Tsking as he picks up one of the smaller rocks, Autor shakes his head. "I don't know enough about Lunar's magic theory to make an educated guess as to what's happened to you. How frustrating."