[Surion is in his elven form as is to be expected. He's busy staring at some shiny crystal on the flat rock in front of him; there appears to be quite a bit of it, broken and scattered. It looks like obsidian, but it's cloudy in places.
He heard them coming, which is probably why he doesn't look surprised. He pulls away from his project and greets his visitors with a smile, polite and distant as always.]
Greetings. What is it you require of me, dragonsworn?
I was out of town, but hello :)
He heard them coming, which is probably why he doesn't look surprised. He pulls away from his project and greets his visitors with a smile, polite and distant as always.]
Greetings. What is it you require of me, dragonsworn?