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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[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."