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You fold your arms over your chest.
You casually observe your surroundings.
Speaking in Dark Elven, you say, "We'll see how long this lasts."
Vellinos says, "And they wonder why I abandoned their hopeless cause."
You cock your head at Vellinos.
You ask, "Which would that be?"
Vellinos says, "The Councils of Magic."
Vellinos looks thoughtful for a moment, then shrugs.
You say, "Ah, yes. I noted you seemed to be bitter toward them."
You say, "They have their purpose, I suppose. Keeps the dabblers from learning things too quickly."
Vellinos says, "It's a fairly stupid premise, but it will not be of much import soon enough."
((my character) quirks an eyebrow slightly.)
You ask, "Why is that?"
Vellinos says, "I'll no longer truly have need of them."
You furrow your brow, probably adding a wrinkle or two in the process.
You thoughtfully say, "You sound somewhat like what was heard a few weeks ago."
You examine Vellinos closely, sizing him up and taking note of all the details.
Vellinos asks, "And that was?"
Vellinos says, "Oh, bother."
Vellinos stands up.
Vellinos says, "Let us be done with this."
Vellinos just went out.