Both members of his audience are listening intently; Ulwei with the ears of a bard, looking to adapt the story to a song that might echo through the ages, to compete with the legends Daminor will no doubt weave, while Nadriina is listening with the ear of the scholar, analyzing everything he says, to learn more about him and the nature of the event that caused his ascension.<br/><br/>"I will, no doubt, find it necessary to research further into your claim. While your synthesis of divine and arcane magic is impressive, and has been documented in some mortals, to a limited degree, the story of your ascension is unparalleled, and i wish to acquire a deeper understanding of both its roots and the results." "Is that all you care about? Research? By the gods, the man just told you the story about how he might have slaughtered millions of people, because of this, and all you can think about is how you might do it yourself?" "You say that as if it is a bad thing. Power such as his, at the cost of so, comparatively, few lives? Far worse pacts have been forged." "I was part of a plot to summon Tiamat to the world, and even I'm repulsed by the thought!"