[ At the mention of harvesting flora or fauna for their magical properties, his helm tilts towards the broken vial on the counter. They needn't even go about finding another magical material somewhere when he can produce said magical property on his own. This may make it easier for them: perhaps it's some matter of transitive alchemy, transferring the property from one thing to the other.
But as she said, that is for another time. Somnus turns his helm back to regard her. ]
Very well. [ "Finesse", it is. And finesse it will be, when he sheds his cumbersome armor.
A glow lifts from the ornamental metal he wears, blinking into tiny, crystalline particles that shimmer and then wink out from existence. No sound accompanies the pulse of magic that causes his form to waver, the power silently suffusing about his armor, causing it slowly dissipate... ]
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But as she said, that is for another time. Somnus turns his helm back to regard her. ]
Very well. [ "Finesse", it is. And finesse it will be, when he sheds his cumbersome armor.
A glow lifts from the ornamental metal he wears, blinking into tiny, crystalline particles that shimmer and then wink out from existence. No sound accompanies the pulse of magic that causes his form to waver, the power silently suffusing about his armor, causing it slowly dissipate... ]