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Chormynth reached the back of her brigandine gauntlet to her sword and with a clank of metal signaled her intent to disarm to a weapon ever watching her mind for commands as she could not send them herself. A short metal screech from the distending weapon wreathes her arm in heavy plate once more. Gauntlet stretching to tighten around her hand she flexes it absently for a moment. The metal squeezes and flows around her hand like a dog circling its bed. The hollowness of it compressing rang out into the Aether like a sigh. Its capability left for the most part dusty and unused.

She makes a momentary pleasant smile at the man chuckling, "I only know enough to tell that you're a man of power. My mother is a learned weapon of mass destruction that can't teach me her ways and compared to her I feel like a broom of mild annoyance. I'm glad there are many ways to learn as I did not take to the power like hers that is native to the architects of my blade."

Looking him up and down she added, "As much as my mother was one to trust strange men bearing hidden motives I suppose I am little better. Still, I bear no ill will if you do not. I will dedicate myself to any of the methods this place has to offer as long as you're willing to teach, Humankind, and trust will have to arise thereupon."

She showed her silver book to Bigsby though the pages showed only what one had written into them. In Bigsby's case the book of course showed nothing though Chormynth gesticulated with it, "My journal is poorly suited to the arcane though my overbeing has a library of its own for written knowledge if one knows what to ask for. I think I will need a spellbook."