OPEN - But here I dreamt I was an architect

[loversinverted]

WHO: Diabhall Minett and YOU!
WHAT: Still another elf falling from the sky - and then his time spent studying in quarantine.
WHEN: Arrival backdated to mid-August - quarantine backdated to the weeks that follow up until the present.
WHERE: The Planasene Forest, and then all over the Gallows.
NOTES: CWs: Body horror, blood, and death in the dream sequence. If you want to skip it, start reading after the italics!

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[loversinverted]

Calmly, the elf nods his way through all of this, taking mental notes of what to call upon this man for in the future - although something does catch his attention more than the rest, and he tilts his head lightly to one side.

"Construction?"

One hand gestures faintly at the stack of books on materials. "I am actually an architect by trade, with emphasis in enchanting materials and structures. It sounds as though some of our work may overlap."

[arkitect]

"Is that so...? Then you may well be correct. I've seen my share of magical structures created, in my time."

That earns Diabhall a bit more interest, a little more focus.

"I've little interest in working on them, mind you. Too much physical labor by far. But when it comes to theory and design, I do consider myself to have some expertise in the matter."

[loversinverted]

Admittedly, Diabhall has a moment where he questions the other man's age...but then, he himself is older than he looks. It's irrelevant.

"I dabble a bit in both. Primarily the design, theory, and enchantment, but on occasion when I have had the time, I have periodically found reward in rolling up my own sleeves." Still, no judgement if Emet prefers to keep clean. He understands.

"It is good to know who I might turn towards for a second set of trained eyes."

[arkitect]

Honestly, it's always valid to question Emet-Selch-- he shrugs at that answer, though.

"I will leave that particular sort of reward to your capable hands, then," he answers in turn. "But if you've a need for my opinion in the future, you may have it."

[loversinverted]

Emet-Selch is, so far in the elf's view, another in a very long line of arrogant 'artistes' in his field, ready to delegate and boast, but last in line to touch a brick. It isn't to say that people like those have work that is lesser in any way...it's just that the relative lack of field experience tends to make them blow more smoke than they do make fire.

Still, he is polite when he nods, expression remaining as neutral as ever.

"I appreciate that. Perhaps I can return the favor."