Sophia's last trip to the Hanged Man had ended with the dwarf Varric rather boldly pointing out that her sword could use a bit of enchantment. Now, she understood that Varric probably hadn't been versed on the history of that particular blade, given that it wasn't common knowledge (as in, only Sophia and the man who taught her to use it knew the blade's past), but she still had to struggle to keep the offense from her face. She cared for her mother's blade like she imagined she would her own children, were she ever to have any, and maybe it couldn't shoot lightning bolts from its edge, but it was the most balanced, precise, and deadly instrument she'd ever laid her hands on, and it was her own care of it that kept it that way.
Regardless, she indulged the dwarf's suggestion, and Varric went on to say that a friend of his had recently opened a shop in Hightown, with enchanting services that surpassed anything the Circle could come up with. Intrigued, Sophia wondered why she hadn't heard of this yet. It was true that she tended to close her ears to the majority of Hightown's gossip and local news, but something like this should not have escaped her attention. Perhaps she was forgetting one area of the city in order to involve herself more in the others. In any case, she decided to investigate during the next opportunity she had.
It happened to be a warm, sunny day when she next found herself free, and Sophia headed off towards the address Varric had given her, which directed her to the Merchant's Guild quarter of Hightown. Since she planned on having her armor enchanted rather than her sword, she carried the chainmail and light plate in a somewhat large sack over her shoulder, wearing instead a dress of a dark blue hue, belted loosely at the waist, with long, slightly flowing sleeves, the hem floating just above the ground without actually touching it.
There was indeed a new store-front, somewhere in that middling space between the Merchants' Guild and the more open-air stalls that characterized the Hightown Market proper. From the outside, it was discernible that the unit took up two floors, all of it recently repainted. The majority of the exterior was made of a light-colored stone, but the shutters were tinted a dark blue, as was the wooden sign hanging from a post protruding above the door, shaped like a shield over crossed swords and bearing a single word in gold block script: Enchantment.
Sophia was tempted to raise an eyebrow at the rather bland name for an enchantment services shop, but instead just adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and pushed open the door. She was rather surprised that the first person she saw inside was none other than Lucien, sitting on a bench and sharpening the axe he'd selected from the armory. She then recognized his elven friend, Rilien if she remembered correctly, the Tranquil. So this was his shop. She probably should have expected it, given that Varric referred her here and that she knew all three of them had been on what had turned out to be a very successful expedition, but she couldn't keep the surprise off her face, and stood for a moment just smiling in the doorway.
She managed to take a step forward to allow the door to close behind her. "Why hello there! Our mutual friend Varric referred me here, but I admit I wasn't expecting to run into anyone I knew. Hello, Lucien. Hello, Rilien. I believe we've only met once before, the night before your expedition departed. I'm Sophia Dumar."
Rilien, who had been sorting ingredients on the wooden shelves attached to the back wall of the store, took a box full of runes from the top of a stack and handed them to Sandal, who was waiting patiently beside him. The lad had his own designated worktable, built much lower to the ground than the elf's. Closer to the front, Bodahn looked up from where he was organizing his own merchandise and smiled and bowed politely, but otherwise went back to what he was doing. Dusting his hands off, the Tranquil turned and faced the new arrival. He was not quite certain why she felt need to repeat information he was quite well-aware of, but perhaps she assumed he had forgotten. "I know," he replied simply. "Is there something I can do for you?"
Lucien, sitting at one of Rilien's workbenches, had initially looked up and acknowledged his friend with a smile and a gesture, but at Rilien's oh-so-typical response, he rolled his visible eye and shook his head. "What Rilien means to say, I think, is that it's nice to see you again and that from the looks of things, you may need some enchanting done, which he happens to be very good at," he said lightly, shooting a mirthful glance at the Tranquil. He happened to know that Ril was quite capable of manners, and vocal inflection as well, though he could understand his reasons for avoiding the latter around Kirkwall. It wouldn't do to be that different from the other Tranquil to be found around the Circle, say.
"That's quite alright," Sophia said easily, stepping forward to lift her bag onto a nearby table. "And yes, I'd be very interested in having some enchanting done. Varric said your work is better than even the Circle's, though I noted that his crossbow has remained untouched." Sophia was naturally not very fond of ranged weaponry, but even she had to admit that Varric's beloved Bianca was quite the piece of craftsmanship. She untied the knot cinching the bag closed, so that the chainmail could be seen beneath.
"I was wondering what kind of armor enchantments you might be able to apply. With all the danger I seem to throw myself in, it's finally crossed my mind to take a few more precautions. I'm sure my father would agree."
Rilien started removing pieces of chainmail and plate from the sack, reaching under the counter to produce several tools of varying familiarity. One looked like a small mallet, another a pair of tongs, but the third resembled nothing quite so much as a dowsing rod, or possibly a tuning fork. He struck the plates lightly with the mallet, which was actually made of hardened rubber, and passed the forked metal device over the lot of it, flicking it with his middle finger. The sound this produced was actually quite lovely, a high chime, though what it meant was a mystery to anyone but himself and perhaps Sandal, who stopped what he was doing to cock an ear at the noise. "It should stand up to any basic armor or defensive fortifications, and if I forgo using premade runes, I can work an elemental resistance of your choice into it as well. That would cost a considerable sum, as I'd have to procure raw lyrium for the purpose and the Templars do not readily part with it. I would not recommend anything stronger than that."
He replaced the tools beneath the counter, raising an eyebrow at the noblewoman.
Well, he didn't have the best over the counter manner, but he was efficient, wasn't he? Sophia thought for a moment about what would be most useful to her. "Could you reinforce the armor against piercing weapons? Arrows, specifically. The plate has gaps so as to not hinder my movement, but this in turn makes me more vulnerable to things like arrows and knives. A resistance to fire would also prove useful, I think. And the cost won't be a problem." There really wasn't a good way to say that she could essentially buy whatever she wanted, was there? If there was, it wasn't coming to her.
"I cannot make you invulnerable," he replied promptly, "But I will focus my attention on the weak points of the armor, and include protection against fire." And here, he shot the most subtle of glances towards Lucien, who had not yet at any point asked to have any of his items enchanted, despite the fact that he well knew there would be no fee for such a transaction. It rankled Rilien the tiniest bit, actually, but he would not bring the matter up at present. Naming Sophia a figure, he drew up a work order in precise handwriting and passed her a quill so that she might affix her signature to it. "It should be complete in three days."
"Excellent," Sophia said, scribbling her signature onto the work order. Once done, she turned to where Lucien sat, taking a moment as she had the first time she'd met the elf to note how they were a rather odd pair. "Any chance I could learn how the two of you met?" she asked with a small smile. "I've got some time before I'm expected back at the Keep."
At the query, Lucien diverted his attention from his task and back up to his two friends. The question was innocent enough, but that didn't mean the answer was. He wouldn't have even minded answering, really, it was just that a good portion of the information required wasn't really his to give away. Setting his axe down on the table, he glanced over at Rilien, as though seeking some form of confirmation, or in this case perhaps permission.
The tacit question was understood, and Rilien lifted both shoulders in a diffident motion. He didn't particularly know or place his trust in the Dumar heir, but despite what Lucien seemed to think, he really had no particular reason not to part with the story. "I was hired to kill him," he said flatly, indicating the former Chevalier with a tip of his head. "And his father. In their sleep, if possible." As this fully answered the letter of the question, if not perhaps its intent, he left it there, taking to stacking the plates and chain neatly on a nearby shelf with the sheaf of parchment laid atop the lot.
"Oh," Sophia said, a little shocked once again by the Tranquil's bluntness. She wondered if Lucien had simply gotten used to that over time. The explanation made a lot more sense now than it would have if she'd asked before the expedition, knowing more about who Lucien was, but it still caught her off guard. "Well... I'm glad you didn't. How does one turn from hired killer into good friend, I wonder?" She was starting to get the sense that there was more history here than she actually had time for, but it wasn't as if her father would be overly angry if she were a few minutes late.
Lucien sighed and picked up on the thread that Ril had so graciously left dangling there. "To be more... explanatory, perhaps, Rilien was once a Bard, in the Orlesian sense of the term. He was hired by the commanding officer I told you about, the one who is presently missing an arm. As he mentioned, it was supposed to be that he caught myself and my father by surprise, but things didn't quite work out that way, and the result was a match in my family's cellars, after which Ril agreed to part with the information on who'd hired him and why, and given that he was no longer hostile, there was no reason to harm him." The large man shrugged, rubbing absently at the back of his neck.
"Just as well, I suppose, as he's saved my hide more times since then than I can properly keep track of."
Rilien would have snorted derisively, because this particular rendition of events did merit some derision, even from him, but he was aware that it would not be entirely wise to do so in present company. So instead, he offered his corrections in as dull a monotone as ever. "Ser Lucien's modesty borders on deception," he contributed. "Put more plainly, he defeated me soundly and then offered me the terms he describes. I accepted from no goodwill, but a lack of other choices. Though of course, I have since realized that this was unncessary. He would not have slain me even if I'd remained silent." He still wasn't sure if he found that incredibly stupid or not. Either way, it seemed to have gotten him what he wanted in the end, though the whole mess that resulted probably indicated that the nobleman would have been better off if he'd just ignored his 'honor' and slain his would-be assassin, like other people did.
Lucien's mention of Rilien saving his hide since then indicated that they'd been on more adventures together than simply a botched assassination of one another, and she was tempted to inquire what exactly they'd experienced, but there was still a question that seemed more obvious to her, and one she was just as curious to have answered. As she was about to ask, she realized that this was something she had never really thought to question before. It had always seemed like just another part of the Circle of Magi. Wherever they were, there were likely a few Tranquil around. But here was a Tranquil, and he was very clearly not affiliated with the Circle.
"Before you became a Bard," she began to Rilien cautiously, as if bracing for another blunt response, "were you with the Circle of Magi?" She realized full well that the question was akin to simply saying you're a Tranquil, and waiting for an explanation, but she had to ask anyway. It was this particular wrinkle she had been most curious about when wondering how they'd met. His being a Bard and assassin was remarkable, yes, but it didn't explain how he'd come across the brand on his forehead.
"You assume that I was no longer with the Circle when I was a Bard," the Tranquil pointed out. Truthfully, the question lit a tiny flicker of rage in the center of his chest, but he had not been quelling such inconsequential emotions for years to have them show on his face at one woman's question. "Yes. I was a mage. Now, I am not." Not that he didn't desire otherwise, when he remembered how it felt to desire anything at all. When he did, it wasn't the warmth of love of friendship or the tickle of amusement that he missed. No, those were mundane, trite things, and occasionally to be found even in this state. What he missed was the ability to call the wrath of the elements to his very fingertips, to dip into the Fade and the minds of foes with all the ease of a child dunking his hand in a streambed.
That it made him bitter was a sign that he needed to resolve the matter with Sparrow sooner rather than later.
That flat way in which he said everything made it so hard to tell how exactly he had reacted. She almost thought he was angry with her, but what she knew about Tranquil told her that he wasn't capable of being angry with her, only answering her question. His eyes were cold, anything but friendly, but again, she shouldn't have expected them to be. In fact, she was surprised he even had enough free will to run his own shop such as it was. The Tranquil she had made during sparse visits to the Gallows and the Circle relied on direction from the others, on accomplishing whatever purpose they had been given. Surely there was more to it, and Sophia couldn't deny that she wanted to know.
"I'm sorry," she said, not actually sure if an apology was called for or not, "it's just... I never knew there were Tranquil that were not a part of a specific Circle of Magi. I was curious, was all." She glanced at Lucien, hoping to maybe read if she had overstepped her bounds or something, since he wasn't quite as difficult to read as a Tranquil was.
He smiled kindly. "Understandable, given the way the Chantry and the government tend to stay mostly separate here. This is not quite the case in Orlais, and Rilien can no more return there than I can, now. It seems unnecessary at best to ask the Circle here if they've need of another of his skill, when he's perfectly capable of plying his trade on his own." Well, that and the fact that he'd never go, and Lucien would never suggest it. But he supposed it was natural in the mindset of Kirkwall to assume that the only place the Tranquil were was the Gallows, be they enchanters or otherwise. The structures were a bit... looser, where they'd come from. The explanations beyond this grew more complicated, and tread on topics that he at least would not touch unless Ril did so first, so he left it at that.
"I see," Sophia said, though she really didn't. A great deal was still unexplained, such as why Rilien had been made Tranquil, when he'd been made Tranquil, and how exactly he'd come to be a Bard rather than under the guidance of Templars and other mages. The way Lucien had answered, however, seemed to leave out these details on purpose, and she decided to trust that it was for a reason. Rilien seemed no more willing to answer, remaining blank faced. Deciding now was probably a good time to depart and return to the Keep, Sophia picked up her now empty bag.
"I should really be going, I'm afraid. It was wonderful seeing you two again, and thank you for the enchantments, Rilien. I'll return in three days time."
Regardless, she indulged the dwarf's suggestion, and Varric went on to say that a friend of his had recently opened a shop in Hightown, with enchanting services that surpassed anything the Circle could come up with. Intrigued, Sophia wondered why she hadn't heard of this yet. It was true that she tended to close her ears to the majority of Hightown's gossip and local news, but something like this should not have escaped her attention. Perhaps she was forgetting one area of the city in order to involve herself more in the others. In any case, she decided to investigate during the next opportunity she had.
It happened to be a warm, sunny day when she next found herself free, and Sophia headed off towards the address Varric had given her, which directed her to the Merchant's Guild quarter of Hightown. Since she planned on having her armor enchanted rather than her sword, she carried the chainmail and light plate in a somewhat large sack over her shoulder, wearing instead a dress of a dark blue hue, belted loosely at the waist, with long, slightly flowing sleeves, the hem floating just above the ground without actually touching it.
There was indeed a new store-front, somewhere in that middling space between the Merchants' Guild and the more open-air stalls that characterized the Hightown Market proper. From the outside, it was discernible that the unit took up two floors, all of it recently repainted. The majority of the exterior was made of a light-colored stone, but the shutters were tinted a dark blue, as was the wooden sign hanging from a post protruding above the door, shaped like a shield over crossed swords and bearing a single word in gold block script: Enchantment.
Sophia was tempted to raise an eyebrow at the rather bland name for an enchantment services shop, but instead just adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and pushed open the door. She was rather surprised that the first person she saw inside was none other than Lucien, sitting on a bench and sharpening the axe he'd selected from the armory. She then recognized his elven friend, Rilien if she remembered correctly, the Tranquil. So this was his shop. She probably should have expected it, given that Varric referred her here and that she knew all three of them had been on what had turned out to be a very successful expedition, but she couldn't keep the surprise off her face, and stood for a moment just smiling in the doorway.
She managed to take a step forward to allow the door to close behind her. "Why hello there! Our mutual friend Varric referred me here, but I admit I wasn't expecting to run into anyone I knew. Hello, Lucien. Hello, Rilien. I believe we've only met once before, the night before your expedition departed. I'm Sophia Dumar."
Rilien, who had been sorting ingredients on the wooden shelves attached to the back wall of the store, took a box full of runes from the top of a stack and handed them to Sandal, who was waiting patiently beside him. The lad had his own designated worktable, built much lower to the ground than the elf's. Closer to the front, Bodahn looked up from where he was organizing his own merchandise and smiled and bowed politely, but otherwise went back to what he was doing. Dusting his hands off, the Tranquil turned and faced the new arrival. He was not quite certain why she felt need to repeat information he was quite well-aware of, but perhaps she assumed he had forgotten. "I know," he replied simply. "Is there something I can do for you?"
Lucien, sitting at one of Rilien's workbenches, had initially looked up and acknowledged his friend with a smile and a gesture, but at Rilien's oh-so-typical response, he rolled his visible eye and shook his head. "What Rilien means to say, I think, is that it's nice to see you again and that from the looks of things, you may need some enchanting done, which he happens to be very good at," he said lightly, shooting a mirthful glance at the Tranquil. He happened to know that Ril was quite capable of manners, and vocal inflection as well, though he could understand his reasons for avoiding the latter around Kirkwall. It wouldn't do to be that different from the other Tranquil to be found around the Circle, say.
"That's quite alright," Sophia said easily, stepping forward to lift her bag onto a nearby table. "And yes, I'd be very interested in having some enchanting done. Varric said your work is better than even the Circle's, though I noted that his crossbow has remained untouched." Sophia was naturally not very fond of ranged weaponry, but even she had to admit that Varric's beloved Bianca was quite the piece of craftsmanship. She untied the knot cinching the bag closed, so that the chainmail could be seen beneath.
"I was wondering what kind of armor enchantments you might be able to apply. With all the danger I seem to throw myself in, it's finally crossed my mind to take a few more precautions. I'm sure my father would agree."
Rilien started removing pieces of chainmail and plate from the sack, reaching under the counter to produce several tools of varying familiarity. One looked like a small mallet, another a pair of tongs, but the third resembled nothing quite so much as a dowsing rod, or possibly a tuning fork. He struck the plates lightly with the mallet, which was actually made of hardened rubber, and passed the forked metal device over the lot of it, flicking it with his middle finger. The sound this produced was actually quite lovely, a high chime, though what it meant was a mystery to anyone but himself and perhaps Sandal, who stopped what he was doing to cock an ear at the noise. "It should stand up to any basic armor or defensive fortifications, and if I forgo using premade runes, I can work an elemental resistance of your choice into it as well. That would cost a considerable sum, as I'd have to procure raw lyrium for the purpose and the Templars do not readily part with it. I would not recommend anything stronger than that."
He replaced the tools beneath the counter, raising an eyebrow at the noblewoman.
Well, he didn't have the best over the counter manner, but he was efficient, wasn't he? Sophia thought for a moment about what would be most useful to her. "Could you reinforce the armor against piercing weapons? Arrows, specifically. The plate has gaps so as to not hinder my movement, but this in turn makes me more vulnerable to things like arrows and knives. A resistance to fire would also prove useful, I think. And the cost won't be a problem." There really wasn't a good way to say that she could essentially buy whatever she wanted, was there? If there was, it wasn't coming to her.
"I cannot make you invulnerable," he replied promptly, "But I will focus my attention on the weak points of the armor, and include protection against fire." And here, he shot the most subtle of glances towards Lucien, who had not yet at any point asked to have any of his items enchanted, despite the fact that he well knew there would be no fee for such a transaction. It rankled Rilien the tiniest bit, actually, but he would not bring the matter up at present. Naming Sophia a figure, he drew up a work order in precise handwriting and passed her a quill so that she might affix her signature to it. "It should be complete in three days."
"Excellent," Sophia said, scribbling her signature onto the work order. Once done, she turned to where Lucien sat, taking a moment as she had the first time she'd met the elf to note how they were a rather odd pair. "Any chance I could learn how the two of you met?" she asked with a small smile. "I've got some time before I'm expected back at the Keep."
At the query, Lucien diverted his attention from his task and back up to his two friends. The question was innocent enough, but that didn't mean the answer was. He wouldn't have even minded answering, really, it was just that a good portion of the information required wasn't really his to give away. Setting his axe down on the table, he glanced over at Rilien, as though seeking some form of confirmation, or in this case perhaps permission.
The tacit question was understood, and Rilien lifted both shoulders in a diffident motion. He didn't particularly know or place his trust in the Dumar heir, but despite what Lucien seemed to think, he really had no particular reason not to part with the story. "I was hired to kill him," he said flatly, indicating the former Chevalier with a tip of his head. "And his father. In their sleep, if possible." As this fully answered the letter of the question, if not perhaps its intent, he left it there, taking to stacking the plates and chain neatly on a nearby shelf with the sheaf of parchment laid atop the lot.
"Oh," Sophia said, a little shocked once again by the Tranquil's bluntness. She wondered if Lucien had simply gotten used to that over time. The explanation made a lot more sense now than it would have if she'd asked before the expedition, knowing more about who Lucien was, but it still caught her off guard. "Well... I'm glad you didn't. How does one turn from hired killer into good friend, I wonder?" She was starting to get the sense that there was more history here than she actually had time for, but it wasn't as if her father would be overly angry if she were a few minutes late.
Lucien sighed and picked up on the thread that Ril had so graciously left dangling there. "To be more... explanatory, perhaps, Rilien was once a Bard, in the Orlesian sense of the term. He was hired by the commanding officer I told you about, the one who is presently missing an arm. As he mentioned, it was supposed to be that he caught myself and my father by surprise, but things didn't quite work out that way, and the result was a match in my family's cellars, after which Ril agreed to part with the information on who'd hired him and why, and given that he was no longer hostile, there was no reason to harm him." The large man shrugged, rubbing absently at the back of his neck.
"Just as well, I suppose, as he's saved my hide more times since then than I can properly keep track of."
Rilien would have snorted derisively, because this particular rendition of events did merit some derision, even from him, but he was aware that it would not be entirely wise to do so in present company. So instead, he offered his corrections in as dull a monotone as ever. "Ser Lucien's modesty borders on deception," he contributed. "Put more plainly, he defeated me soundly and then offered me the terms he describes. I accepted from no goodwill, but a lack of other choices. Though of course, I have since realized that this was unncessary. He would not have slain me even if I'd remained silent." He still wasn't sure if he found that incredibly stupid or not. Either way, it seemed to have gotten him what he wanted in the end, though the whole mess that resulted probably indicated that the nobleman would have been better off if he'd just ignored his 'honor' and slain his would-be assassin, like other people did.
Lucien's mention of Rilien saving his hide since then indicated that they'd been on more adventures together than simply a botched assassination of one another, and she was tempted to inquire what exactly they'd experienced, but there was still a question that seemed more obvious to her, and one she was just as curious to have answered. As she was about to ask, she realized that this was something she had never really thought to question before. It had always seemed like just another part of the Circle of Magi. Wherever they were, there were likely a few Tranquil around. But here was a Tranquil, and he was very clearly not affiliated with the Circle.
"Before you became a Bard," she began to Rilien cautiously, as if bracing for another blunt response, "were you with the Circle of Magi?" She realized full well that the question was akin to simply saying you're a Tranquil, and waiting for an explanation, but she had to ask anyway. It was this particular wrinkle she had been most curious about when wondering how they'd met. His being a Bard and assassin was remarkable, yes, but it didn't explain how he'd come across the brand on his forehead.
"You assume that I was no longer with the Circle when I was a Bard," the Tranquil pointed out. Truthfully, the question lit a tiny flicker of rage in the center of his chest, but he had not been quelling such inconsequential emotions for years to have them show on his face at one woman's question. "Yes. I was a mage. Now, I am not." Not that he didn't desire otherwise, when he remembered how it felt to desire anything at all. When he did, it wasn't the warmth of love of friendship or the tickle of amusement that he missed. No, those were mundane, trite things, and occasionally to be found even in this state. What he missed was the ability to call the wrath of the elements to his very fingertips, to dip into the Fade and the minds of foes with all the ease of a child dunking his hand in a streambed.
That it made him bitter was a sign that he needed to resolve the matter with Sparrow sooner rather than later.
That flat way in which he said everything made it so hard to tell how exactly he had reacted. She almost thought he was angry with her, but what she knew about Tranquil told her that he wasn't capable of being angry with her, only answering her question. His eyes were cold, anything but friendly, but again, she shouldn't have expected them to be. In fact, she was surprised he even had enough free will to run his own shop such as it was. The Tranquil she had made during sparse visits to the Gallows and the Circle relied on direction from the others, on accomplishing whatever purpose they had been given. Surely there was more to it, and Sophia couldn't deny that she wanted to know.
"I'm sorry," she said, not actually sure if an apology was called for or not, "it's just... I never knew there were Tranquil that were not a part of a specific Circle of Magi. I was curious, was all." She glanced at Lucien, hoping to maybe read if she had overstepped her bounds or something, since he wasn't quite as difficult to read as a Tranquil was.
He smiled kindly. "Understandable, given the way the Chantry and the government tend to stay mostly separate here. This is not quite the case in Orlais, and Rilien can no more return there than I can, now. It seems unnecessary at best to ask the Circle here if they've need of another of his skill, when he's perfectly capable of plying his trade on his own." Well, that and the fact that he'd never go, and Lucien would never suggest it. But he supposed it was natural in the mindset of Kirkwall to assume that the only place the Tranquil were was the Gallows, be they enchanters or otherwise. The structures were a bit... looser, where they'd come from. The explanations beyond this grew more complicated, and tread on topics that he at least would not touch unless Ril did so first, so he left it at that.
"I see," Sophia said, though she really didn't. A great deal was still unexplained, such as why Rilien had been made Tranquil, when he'd been made Tranquil, and how exactly he'd come to be a Bard rather than under the guidance of Templars and other mages. The way Lucien had answered, however, seemed to leave out these details on purpose, and she decided to trust that it was for a reason. Rilien seemed no more willing to answer, remaining blank faced. Deciding now was probably a good time to depart and return to the Keep, Sophia picked up her now empty bag.
"I should really be going, I'm afraid. It was wonderful seeing you two again, and thank you for the enchantments, Rilien. I'll return in three days time."