Eyes drift shut as he listens to the Archivist's words, commits them to memory in the hopes that he can write this all down later. If the priests left things for them to write with. He wonders if anyone has thought to ask questions like this of the Archivist before. Probably not going by how he speaks of the priests with such disdain.
Not that Martin blames him, not when the Archivist is chained and muzzled for reasons he can't truly understand.
A waste. What an absolute waste.
There is a balance that Martin is starting to see, the good equal to the bad the stories held. Demons of madness who also offered visions. Manipulation and Diplomacy. And all of it locked away inside the Archivist's mind where no one has ever bothered to look. He chew his lip, worrying the skin there as he thought about what he was about to ask.
"Would you tell me more? N-not for nothing, but- If I bring you things and help you? I..." He wanted to learn. He wanted this so badly he could taste it, this information that had been purposely purged from the world.
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Not that Martin blames him, not when the Archivist is chained and muzzled for reasons he can't truly understand.
A waste. What an absolute waste.
There is a balance that Martin is starting to see, the good equal to the bad the stories held. Demons of madness who also offered visions. Manipulation and Diplomacy. And all of it locked away inside the Archivist's mind where no one has ever bothered to look. He chew his lip, worrying the skin there as he thought about what he was about to ask.
"Would you tell me more? N-not for nothing, but- If I bring you things and help you? I..." He wanted to learn. He wanted this so badly he could taste it, this information that had been purposely purged from the world.