"Master Valen. Yes, my apologies. When you get to be as old as I am- well, comparatively anyway, since you elves do have such long lives- names tend to slip your mind." The hints of a smile flicker at the corners of the owl-man's beak, and he picks up a glass and starts to polish.<br/><br/>"As to my take... hrmm. I would have to agree with the loremaster, melodramatic as he is... blood has power, when used with old magic. And whether the seeds were planted before or after Cailean attained his divinity, the boy's blood will be potent; he is too young to be... impure... and his blood is a bond in reverse to one of the Major gods. Plus, he has been blessed with the name of his ancestor, creating yet<em>another</em>bond to the divine..." The tengu sighs, and replaces the glass on the counter-top. "The Runelords of eons past, or anyone who has studied the arcana of the First World, would be able to accomplish great- or terrible- deeds with blood that powerful."<br/><br/>The owl man falls into silence for a moment, his eyelids drooping... slowly starting to close... and then he snaps back to attention, his head twisting around to look at the liquors stocked on the shelf behind him.<br/><br/>"My, my... I will need to order more Dwarven whisky soon." He says, his head twisting back around to face you. "Ah... Speaking of which, it seems that you have emptied your flagon. How about another drink, courtesy of a rambling old man. What do you say, Master... erm..."