Ghost Lion Crag i know there's greed and there's corruption

arthur listened, albeit skeptically. he understood in a roundabout way, that this was probably hypothetical -- but he felt the slightest trickle of defeat that he had not been directly answered. perhaps that is why the two complemented each other so well: arcturus was bluntly literal, physically exact -- and wraen was a weaver of stories, needler of golden threads.

it all stupefied him, in a mystique and enchanting way.

so he listened, his face stoic but eyes resting upon her in interest. he would have asked his own subset of questions (such as: what did the devil look like?) but, upon being prompted if he would like more, he answered willingly and immediately. "yes."

he liked being transported into wraen's world - it was much brighter and more colorful than his own -- and in some sad way, it made him realize all he was missing.