"They don't care. This used to be a place of learning. Anyone was welcome as long as they sought knowledge. Now it's a dusty tomb so the priests can live in luxury." The scorn in his voice is acidic. This isn't a living shrine to knowledge and the Beholding anymore. They don't teach and learn. They don't contribute to the Archive of all Knowledge.

It is a curious thing to hear how they have been twisted in the thousand years since he'd been sealed away. He'll have to find out more. "Fear is a potent thing. And is something that we feed on." There's no point lying about that. "But it isn't everything that we are. Stories. They're what sustains me. Stories and knowledge."

He smiles a little at the descriptions that Martin gives, and at the plea. He likes teaching. Not as much as he likes learning, but there's nothing really that compares to new knowledge for him. "Of course. The Thing Behind the Door would be Esmentiras. It-Is-Lies, or the Spiral. Madness and the feeling that your mind is lying to you. And also holy trances, dream-visions. Beyond the mundanity of the world. Spiders are Mother of Puppets. The Web. Control, plans, manipulation. The feeling that you are caught in a web that you can't see. And Diplomacy, negotiation. Politics."