"You scoff..." Arry noted with a grim smirk, "And yet, absurd as it may seem on the surface, think how profitable an enterprise that might be?" He pursed his lips with a blithe shrug. It wasn't a suggestion he sought to emphasise, and so his arcane efforts did naught to press the point, but it was the idle musing of a mind that wasn't conditioned to presuppose positive intent. Not all hospitals were in the business of helping people, even if that was how they marketed themselves. Hospitals, like many other outlets, often sought little more than profit.
He softened and, indeed, warmed at the talk of his career.
"An actor, yes." He clarified. "...and that's entirely possible." He agreed with a nod. Although the key art for the Golden Peacock's production of 'Aværys Eternal' were based on a portrait drafted in classical antiquity by a Solunarian painter, they had revised it to depict Arvalyn rather than Aværys Himself. There was a marked resemblance between the two, but not enough so that this stranger might have recognised the former for having seen a portrait of the latter.
"I don't blame you." He conceded, "I moved, recently, myself and I've done little to explore my new neighbourhood. Especially given the chaotic times in which we live, it seems less of a priority..." He trailed off, as his thoughts turned to the mayhem at Talon's wedding reception. It had been a harrowing experience and one which had shifted his priorities starkly. Would he even remain in Kalzasi much longer, with a Zaichaeri war looming on the Southerly horizon?
"Are you, now?" He tilted his head and inspected the features of the youth before him. "I am not familiar with the necromantic arts, myself... But what a fascinating discipline to explore..."
He softened and, indeed, warmed at the talk of his career.
"An actor, yes." He clarified. "...and that's entirely possible." He agreed with a nod. Although the key art for the Golden Peacock's production of 'Aværys Eternal' were based on a portrait drafted in classical antiquity by a Solunarian painter, they had revised it to depict Arvalyn rather than Aværys Himself. There was a marked resemblance between the two, but not enough so that this stranger might have recognised the former for having seen a portrait of the latter.
"I don't blame you." He conceded, "I moved, recently, myself and I've done little to explore my new neighbourhood. Especially given the chaotic times in which we live, it seems less of a priority..." He trailed off, as his thoughts turned to the mayhem at Talon's wedding reception. It had been a harrowing experience and one which had shifted his priorities starkly. Would he even remain in Kalzasi much longer, with a Zaichaeri war looming on the Southerly horizon?
"Are you, now?" He tilted his head and inspected the features of the youth before him. "I am not familiar with the necromantic arts, myself... But what a fascinating discipline to explore..."