He has forgotten.


    He has forgotten what he''s forgotten.


    He is remembered.


    So then, where are the Fae?


    We await in thy shield friend.


    .


    .


    My shield huh?''


    jewels.


    The Bejewelled House of Fae] A homely hill. A token of friendship.


    My shield...''


    Warmth. She conveys, then… You''re late.


    Rune-Span] Cry of the Futhark. Fang of Artus.


    I am ashamed.


    I am truly ashamed.


    Ugh.


    *Kiss-kiss-kiss* *rub-rub-rub*


    Disloyal bug.''


    Avalon] The Everdistant Utopia.


    Armour? You might ask. What armour?


    The Bejewelled House of Fae] and [Rune-Span] are more like the "second name." Not the "True Name."


    The Everdistant Utopia." to their [Avalon].


    True Name] The Bejewelled House of Fae. And: [True Name] Rune-span, Fang of Artus, or something.


    have to do.


    Thus I will make do.


    Contractor, not my Princess.


    That said...


    I''m certainly not against stacking the odds in my favour either.


    My Princess will be strong.


    Youth… unexpected." My mouth is a bit cottony and throat a bit dry, so I try not to talk too much.


    The silent treatment is perhaps even more disheartening…" Merlin sulked then shook his head, shaggy white mane flopping around. "Student mine, thy have dual alignments I believe."


    Ether. An element that did not even exist prior to the current age. Fairly rare. Magical Energy at its most raw form." He listed off.


    Storage." I twist round to look at the half-breed in confusion. "Yes. Best I can tell thy possess an affinity with ''storing''. To store, to keep, to hide... That is the feel I got."


    Well… I have always been a bit of a pack-rat, and in Skyrim I would take literally everything I could take with me. Even the pots and pans.''


    Jewelcraft perchance?"


    ... Yes actually.''