Dagnyr's composure falters a bit once more, though not quite so noticeably, as he's treated to the most stunning smile he's seen yet, and praised once more. He smiles nervously, nodding. "Well, thanks again.." he says, watching as the archon concentrates, a glowing, golden light appearing in her palm before it suddenly and inexplicably fails. "What? What happened? Why didn't it work?" he asks, furrowing his brow.<br/><br/>"Maybe... maybe it was something they did," he muses, glancing to the dias. "Some sort of sorcery or curse or poison to mess with casting..."