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The comment gains another musical laugh from the caretaker. Supia was entirely correct in that aspect. He sits as well, though he's still eye-to-mask with the woman.
Her statement about him pulling more strings earns a simple shake of the head. The chimes hanging from the horn on the back of his head chime dully with the motion, swinging slowly. What comes next is, instead of a singular chime, a melody that harmonizes with itself. This is his voice to mortal ears. Soothing, and yet, entirely unrecognizable for most.
Her heritage may afford her the ability to make out some words herself, but the meeps translate for her anyway, as Bard knows that she hasn't come to realize her full power. Their whispering voices hold little emotion.
"I... can... not." It starts, before continuing. "To... do... so... would... un... ba... lance... the... world. He... must... be... freed... as... fate... de... cides."
This wasn't meant to be scolding, of course. Rather, Bard was explaining that his hands were essentially tied on the matter. Even a deity as powerful as he had laws that he must abide by.
Her question seems to make the being think. If he was being honest, he rarely paid attention to the mortal names of the places that he went. He hardly ever saw such places again, after all. Eventually, he tells her a story where he whisked away yet another powerful artifact, this time just before a mortal ritual that would have risked spiraling that world to its destruction.








