"Now now, they aren't always strictly malevolent. In some cases they are merely useful, if awkward. Vernello's Tears as I recall was a vial of unending water composed of an incredibly hard material. Not strictly evil, though by all accounts the water had a salty taste in spite of containing no salt. But such are the partridges amongst the pigeons, so to speak."<br/><br/>With a grin, Wolfram had managed to approach unobserved -in part due to Swiftbeak's eyecatchingness- and so interject in the talk. He nods to the group as he takes a seat, setting his bowl down. "I came to check on some things. Firstly, I must ask how things are for you at the temple..." Sir? Brother? Hmm. "Lord Swiftbeak. I trust everything has not been exceedingly difficult?"