Snippet #2431775

"No young prince this is not your Infraspace and you are alright, many do not survive a fall such as that, and yes little one I am what some would call a wizard." Bigsby lifted the brim of his massive hat up a bit as to look at the two with a bit more finesse this time allowing his blue crystal orbs for eyes glance over them, as if they were unique items that coveted the arcane energies that made them special, only to smile and nod a bit while setting his staff up against the table by the chair he had taken up.

"proper introductions could not be possible without food and drink am I wrong? I know the Dwarves of the silver mines in Urtherstead would agree with me." The old man spoke only to give a flick of his wrist as a scroll came out from the sleeve of his robe to the palm of his hand opening up revealing a strange jagged language scrawled all over the paper. "Please sit and allow me to entertain you for a bit as we discuss something a bit more relevent of the situation we are all in. Verna Ishval Harlkre!" His final words set the scroll aflame in a strange green fire that consumed the vellum in hand and rerouting the energies to produce a grand meal that appeared upon the table with drinking goblets set out for the three of them and all of which were filled with an amber liquid. "Please eat and enjoy yourselves."