Heart Of The Bastion

"I have endured so much ... but the hard part only begins now." // Independent, League-fandom text blog for Tybresa, leader of the Bastion, an organization meant to protect Runeterra from all who would threaten it. First-time visitors, please consult the About and FAQ pages to begin.

[stalwartsteward]

// >says she’ll get to business A S A P

>proceeds to vanish for the whole week

#reliable

No but in all due seriousness, I know I said I’d get to work but ... I just can’t bring myself to write - and not just for the Bastion, but at all. Not sure whether it’s stress due to upcoming exam period, or because of this restlessness I have within me that I cannot explain, or just ... me being me. Or maybe I just lost my mojo for good.

Sorry to everyone or anyone who expected me to do something, but ... guess that’s not today. Or anytime soon, I suppose.

[stalwartsteward]

// Short break from writing due to RL chores - but God, it’s been a while from writing. And while I will admit that it kinda sucks atm (my condolences to my RP partners for now), it also feels good to be back to writing again.

Until later, my darlings. <3

[stalwartsteward]

It had been quite some time since the Bastion had been formed and Jericho decided to check progress. Seventy Two Raedsel accompanied him to the border, twelve remained when he made the final trek. The armored Hextech Transport was hard to miss.

And indeed, it did not go unnoticed - for the first to notice the convoy approaching would be the people of the Flea Market, alarmed by one of their runt-sentries that were playing in the thinly-forested area further away from the Institute’s perimeter. The Bastion sentries noticed the wave of anxiety stirring within the group, and turned their attention to the source, contrasting against the lightly-colored horizon with its dark banners. Word soon spread to the very core …

And it did not take long for Tybresa to pull her people together, instilling a sense of security whenever she personally dealt with these kind of issues. To form her own ‘welcoming committee’, she only asked for a handful of their Swords and Shields as well as their commander in tow, before descending down the Institute’s staircase, making a point to greet their guests ‘at the door’.

Truthfully, Tybresa was mildly troubled that Swain did not deign it necessary to send word of someone arriving - never mind if it was himself personally … to which she would use the opportunity to lay some ground rules. His support had been undeniably priceless - but one should not hold the illusion that the Bastion was indentured to his fancy. Theirs was an alliance, not a serfdom - and debts would eventually be paid in full and in due time.

// @exiled-arbiter​

[stalwartsteward]

“You might notice some changes to the Institute’s structure.” She began, wondering how much of what she was telling him he already knew about. “I had asked your stonemasons to put up an extra layer to the Institute’s foundations and strengthen the walls in case of a siege.” She paused, waving her hand to the grand double doors that were half-parted, yet nonetheless allowed three average male adults to comfortably walk side-by-side. “I thought about altering the doorway to something more practical - something that does not require magic to open and close properly … but aside from the emotional value it holds to former summoners and Champions alike, I would not know how.”

[papaswain]

Swain took note of her attempt to keep on equal footing. Since the layout was, for the most part, the same, he didn’t need to follow behind her as he might have suspected. And indeed, he didn’t have a great deal to say as he walked around, glancing over every detail his eyes could catch, even down to cracks within stone. He wouldn’t remember every individual detail however, he’d need to wander these halls for much longer before he memorized all of these minute details, but it gave him an idea of what Tybresa considered acceptable, or was blind to. It gave him an idea of how she liked things structured and how tight she kept her leashes…

“Bolstering your defenses is rarely a waste of resources, considering how close to both empires borders the Institute sits. While I have no reason to mistrust you, I cannot say the same of Demacia.” He spoke after hearing of her concerns of a more secure doorway. “As to the door, it should be replaced if it’s only opening is magic. Having a lever on the opposite end to open and close it would be more secure-though more difficult to pass if someone’s not manning it. having two levers could allow for it to open half-way for each one shifted, and of course, installing a Portcullis should also be a possibility in case of a frontal assault. You know the structure of the Institute better than I do, but I can always have a defense contractor brought over if you request it.”

[stalwartsteward]

The mention of Demacia and ‘mistrust’ in the same breath made Tybresa grimace briefly, but ended up letting out a soft sigh as she did not forget from whom the statement came from ... but nonetheless, as much as it pained her to admit, he was right - for the time being, at least. “Whatever the King’s feelings towards me, I do not fear him and his armies.” She answered, all the while keeping her gaze set forward to the Institute of War, rather than at the Grand-General at her side. “My fears lie elsewhere, past whatever pettiness mankind can bring.” She glanced at Swain, a grim expression on her face, while her voice grew soft, like a whisper on a dying breath. “Why else would I mobilize something of so great a scale, with such desperation?”

The exchange of glances lasted but a moment before Tybresa let out yet another sigh, shook her head more to herself and proceeded forward, her words returning to their firm tone. “I will consider your suggestion ... but there is nothing to be done for it now, other than moving onward.” She stopped a dozen feet forward, turning to face Swain as her hand flourished with a gesture further inside the structure. “Shall we?”

[stalwartsteward]

The silence continued as it waiting for her orders.

[ask-kalista]

 With a soft sigh and a slight wave of her hand, she now issued an order directly to the men, instead of to Tallow. “Resume your duties. There is much to be done.”  She stalked off, giving only the barest motion for the barbarian to follow her. The sooner they left the camp, the better, she thought, shamefully trying to stamp out any further emanations from that line of thought.

[stalwartsteward]

Haroa managed to straighten herself up to a more dignified posture when Kalista spoke to her, before gruffly nodding her head. From the other side, Tallow was a straight as a candle - and as pale as one, as well. Nonetheless, he nodded his head in compliance before glancing at a nearby soldier and gesturing him to the Barbarian. One could catch the way the apple in his throat bobbed up and down in preparation, but it seemed that his voice failed him for the time being - nonetheless, to his credit his man understood the command and hurried in front of the Leopard’s Eye’s envoy, calling for her to follow ... and surprisingly enough, the barbarian complied easily enough, stepping away from the circle.

As for the denizens of Camp Light ... for Kalista’s sake, a blanket of silence settled upon them all during her speech, initially wrought with tension .... but understanding began to trickle through. There were no further words to be said, and soon enough the gathering began to dissolve, diligence soon calling upon the hard-working men and women of Camp Light. For the time being, it seems like Kalista should expect to receive a wide berth from most of the people here, but ... there was still a budding chance for redemption.

Nonetheless - the matter has come to pass, allowing for another to follow suit. It would not take long before Haroa parted the crowd on her way to her destination, her gaze fixated to the new Commander of the Camp, her callused hand wrapped around a surprisingly well-made axe of fine-looking steel, the blade wearing scratches and dents from past uses and the wooden haft carved with patterns and symbols that seem to make no sense with one another. There was a gleam of pride to be caught in her green eyes now ... and perhaps even a subtle sharpness of a feline predator lingering within, ready to pounce.

“Haroa is ready, Lady Vengeance. Take you to Leopard’s Eye Shaman.” She said solemnly, curtly nodding her head while waiting for her answer.

[stalwartsteward]

Between The Stars and Us

[stalwartsteward]

“Understandable.” She replied with a soft chuckle, taking her eyes off him to look up at the sky again. “Is your world any different from this one?”

[orionsparadox-deactivated202008]

“…that is like asking if the sand of one beach is like the sand of another… they both just… bits of earth… but it is the place that they reside in, the waters that lap at their shores, the people that walk them… that makes them so very different…” he said softly, trailing off. 

“Things are… wonderful… and weird… I’m a stranger in a strange land… but I welcome it… I must or I may well lose what little I have left.” he said, giving a gentle but clearly pained smiled, which was only made ever clearer as the sombre blue rolled into his spacious form, tinting him that sad colour…

[stalwartsteward]

The woman would carefully lean forward, resting her chin in her propped-up hand, never taking her gaze off the newly-met entity with a spark of curiosity constantly glimmering in her searching eyes. She listened intently to his words, and considered them in the depths of her mind - there was a poetic beauty in what Orion had just said, but what pulled at the strings of her heart was that sentiment of feeling ... foreign. Despite the fact that she was still in the world she was born on, her recent resurgence on the grand stage of Valoran made her feel alien and estranged from nearly everything that might have been familiar ... and the period of time for accommodation was laid with challenges aplenty.

She understood what he meant, but even so ... words were hard to come by, and she could find no voice to rely on. Tybresa caught the traces of melancholy that seemed to reverberate through Orion’s whole being like a splash of color ... and averted her gaze, granting him a moment unperturbed by a scrutinizing gaze. Instead, she turned her attention to the star-streaked sky above and thought.

“It is terrifying, is it not?” She spoke after a short pause and a long sigh. “That ... little thing of whatever it is left. Holding on to it with a vice-like grip, wondering how did it come to this. It ... makes you realize how easy it is to take things for granted. And then ... you learn.”

She lowered her gaze, pondered upon it for a moment ... before a fleeting smile bloomed across her lips, turning to look upon Orion with what could only be described as kindness. “You learn to treasure it properly. To do better, and become better yourself. Is that not what we all strive to do?”

[stalwartsteward]

// A’ight

T’is Monday. And what better way to start a working week than with some writing, hm?

Going to dig out the replies I must’ve missed back during the Days of the Dying Laptop™ before I try to regroup the ideas I had for the new direction I was going to lead the Bastion to.

I’ve spoken to my ever-amazing partner-in-crime @summoner-renzus and I can confirm that we’re looking westward, however, towards Demacia. So if there are any Demacian (be it allegiance or just in the right place at the incredibly wrong time), I’d love to hear from you!

[stalwartsteward]

@summonersauronbane replied to your post:// HEL-LLOOOO MY LOVELIES The good news is that...

((oooh what’s your discord? I need more people on there (Only 1 currently…)))

// I just got Discord myself, so I'm looking forward to turning that 0 into ... well. Not 0. Tís Tybresa #9200 for Discord.

[stalwartsteward]

*has a terrorrized fennec fox in her clutches*

// *spritzes with holy water, helping the fennec fox escape* Bad goat! Bad bad goat!

[stalwartsteward]

// HEL-LLOOOO MY LOVELIES

The good news is that apparently, they did deliver on Friday afternoons after all - and after several hours of installing and googling things we might’ve missed, my brother and I finally managed to put together my little cubicle of love, affection and kickass gaming power!

Atm working on re-installing / downloading softwares and drivers, but expect to hear from me quite soon now that I’m back in business. Up on Skype / Tumblr-Msg and even Discord, if anyone wants to talk to me again. :3

gods it feels so good to write at a keyboard again.

[stalwartsteward]

// Thursday, 2 at noon. Still no call from the shipping company. It's officially been more than a week since the PC parts arrived IN the city ... No way they'll deliver it tomorrow since Friday is a short day. I hate my life so much right now, but I hope that y'all had a good week so far.

[stalwartsteward]

// Tyb-mun poking her head out of the grave. Literally. My laptop is confirmed dead BUT I should have a brand new gaming desktop coming this Monday hopefully. I say hopefully because it SHOULD have arrived this Wednesday but the shipping company sucks dark spheres. Yes that's a Syndra-joke. Looking forward to coming back, though I will admit that my muse might have dampened a bit, and my need to play games dramatically increased ... We'll see. For all it's worth it'll be good to be back amongst the living again. :3

[stalwartsteward]

// Finally got ahold of something with wireless capacity and Tumblr app at the same time.

Yes, hello! Sorry for vanishing for the past few days, but my laptop went completely kaputt and I’ve been struggling in trying to get it fixed (or rather, narrow down what the problem is) for the past few days, but it really looks like it’s just too old to consider changing its components at this point.

Going to be on a technical mini-hiatus until I can get it sorted, as I can’t get any writing done if I don’t have anything to write on (properly, at least).

Of course it sucks, especially for me as well, but I’ll have to make do. Hope everyone is holding on all right and remembering that you’re all amazing creatures.

Stay cool, be safe and if you’re from Eastern Europe - Happy Easter!

[stalwartsteward]

// Mini-break from writing for now, as my laptop is acting up horribly, with BSOD’s about every half an hour that are driving me to my wit’s end.

So frustrated right now ... no matter what I seem to do to fix it, it just keeps breaking itself due to its old model and unsupported drivers.

[stalwartsteward]

If there was a way for Kalista to earn the trust of the people in the camp and the respect of the Leopard’s Eye … then this was surely to be her moment to shine.

[ask-kalista]

Watching the two of them, the Spear realized she should have known better. She may have been hasty in her decision to accompany Haroa, but this was certainly a more charged encounter than she had anticipated. A thousand solutions to the near fight before her passed through her mind.

Haroa, being a warrior, valued strength. Tallow, a sailor, listened to the orders he was given, and acted in the best interest of the group he worked for. Both admirable, but both requiring different ways of disarming. Her only worry for the next five seconds was that she could swing her arms hard enough.

She stepped between the two of them, brilliant spear appearing in her hand, she immediately wrapped her other hand around the shaft of the weapon, reversing the blade and butt, before swiftly slamming the blunt end into the barbarian’s gut. She removed it and stabbed the blade end into the ground, turning to Tallow.

“Commander, I will not tolerate any of this. The questioning of my decisions or motives, or the doubts of those the Bastion was created to help.” She turned all of the soldiers standing by, eyes narrowed into thing golden slits. “Stand down. I will not tell you again.”

She spun to face the woman she had hopefully just winded. She looked just as angry with Haroa as with the soldiers and Tallow. “Haroa, I have agreed to help you, and I will. But I will not stand idly by while you create problems with the men and women I have been sent to guide. If you expect our help, then you will show us the respect we deserve for putting our lives on the line to do so.”

“If anyone has an issue with my command,” she spoke, voice booming through the silence, “Then step forward now. I am not afraid to make an example.”

[stalwartsteward]

The suddenness of Kalista’s actions stunned everyone in the vicinity as shocked gasps filled the air for a moment, wide eyes open in surprise while bearing witness to what was happening.

Haroa doubled over with a gruff grunt of pain, clutching at her midsection with a reddened expression of outrage at first, looking like she was about to boil over and pounce at the Spear, but appeared to calm down when she managed to put aside the pain and gather her composure ... albeit her posture was visibly crooked, still reeling from the blow. The barbarian listened to her words through narrowed eyes ... before bowing her head in silent subservience.

As for Tallow himself, to his credit, remained firm and steadfast in front of this display of authority, even if his face did grow incredibly pale under the woman’s sharp gaze. His first gesture was to wave his hand to the soldiers, sensing the agitation emanating from his men. “Stand down, you eejits - she’s your Commander now.”

While the men did not relax the grip on their swords at Kalista’s words, they did seem to acknowledge their former commander’s orders. Silence settled with an uneasy tension as nobody dared to speak against her. As far as one can tell, Haroa seemed to approve of this display of strength, even if it meant kicking her down in the process. Tallow’s expression was unreadable and knowing him, he would not object to much of what Kalista had to say ... his heart was in the right place, even if in his mind, he did not agree with what was done just now.

But the people of the camp - there were traces of fear and utter disapproval lingering in the air, as the few women that were in camp were now cowering at the sight of such a being ... and while the men kept their hands away from their weapons, the glares in their eyes suggested apprehension at having to follow someone so reckless. If Kalista had hoped to earn their respect ... she had just made that task a great deal harder now.

The silence continued as it waiting for her orders.

[stalwartsteward]

A little gyrocopter buzzes into the library, over and between the shelves and stacks of books until it reached the woman entrenched within. Below the little machine was a small screen a little bigger than a watch face. On that screen was a familiar pale face framed by blue braids. When it to the woman working in the library, she smiled, her voice coming through the speaker on the machine, "Hey, Boss, check out what I made."

Normally, Tybresa did a good job at blocking out whatever background noise happened to hum throughout the silence of the Grand Library, but … this particular buzzing was so obnoxious and foreign, she restlessly scouted her surroundings in an attempt to scope out the source. Blue eyes narrowed in puzzlement as she caught the mechanical device, blades cutting through the air in a display of staggering physics, aerodynamics and possible hextech … and knew enough to stay her hand, if only for the sake of learning more. She knew Jinx had a habit of tinkering with such devices … and while she did her best to be encouraging about it, personally she disliked all things related to mechanics … though it was due to her lack of knowledge on the subject, rather than something more credible.

Puzzled and perplexed, the woman glanced back at the watch-screen which framed the girl’s face … before she raised her hand to poke at it. “… You are not actually in there, right? This is not some sort of … prison, or?” She inquired, grabbing the poor gyrocopter by its frames (a little bit roughly, too), before checking its back to confirm that Jinx was not trapped inside it.

// @progressive-panic-by-jinx

[progressive-panic-by-jinx-blog]

The little silver copter let out a serious of distressed beeps as it was roughly handled, though Jinx was simply tickled the technological ignorance on display. Her giggle came over slightly distorted through the static of the sub perfect audio transmission, “Boss, be nice to poor Slip. She’s nervous as it is. I’m still in my workshop, this is just a projection. Kind of like an illusion, but it’s just on the screen. I can see you too if you’ll let Slip see you. It’s pretty cool, yeah? I can talk to ya from my desk. I was thinking about getting Slip to hang out with you so we could talk whenever we needed to.” She reached off screen and brought in a little black circle, “If we do that, I can put this camera on the front door, and Slip can show you anybody on the front stairs before you get there.”

[stalwartsteward]

The woman seemed to wince, the distortion of the sound grating against her brain unpleasantly. She found the need to shake the so-called ‘Slip’ slightly, as if admonishing for just mumbling an answer before she intently listened to what Jinx was saying ... but nonetheless glaring at the doodad, unable to gleam the mystery of its existence and continued function.

“... I will not lie, I would prefer your physical company rather than to this ... gadget.” She replied slowly, ponderously so. “And there is nothing wrong with having sentries posted around the perimeter. I do not think we would have the resources to maintain this ... camera-thing over proper men and women doing honest work.”

Tybresa shifted Slip from one hand to another, before bringing it closer to her face - wondering just how could Jinx see her on the other side. “... interesting thought, however.”

She didn’t want to openly admit her ignorance to how everything hextech-related worked, but ... little did she realize how painfully obvious she was making it.

[stalwartsteward]

It had been quite some time since the Bastion had been formed and Jericho decided to check progress. Seventy Two Raedsel accompanied him to the border, twelve remained when he made the final trek. The armored Hextech Transport was hard to miss.

And indeed, it did not go unnoticed - for the first to notice the convoy approaching would be the people of the Flea Market, alarmed by one of their runt-sentries that were playing in the thinly-forested area further away from the Institute’s perimeter. The Bastion sentries noticed the wave of anxiety stirring within the group, and turned their attention to the source, contrasting against the lightly-colored horizon with its dark banners. Word soon spread to the very core …

And it did not take long for Tybresa to pull her people together, instilling a sense of security whenever she personally dealt with these kind of issues. To form her own ‘welcoming committee’, she only asked for a handful of their Swords and Shields as well as their commander in tow, before descending down the Institute’s staircase, making a point to greet their guests ‘at the door’.

Truthfully, Tybresa was mildly troubled that Swain did not deign it necessary to send word of someone arriving - never mind if it was himself personally … to which she would use the opportunity to lay some ground rules. His support had been undeniably priceless - but one should not hold the illusion that the Bastion was indentured to his fancy. Theirs was an alliance, not a serfdom - and debts would eventually be paid in full and in due time.

// @exiled-arbiter​

[stalwartsteward]

Tybresa found herself slightly wincing as the reflection of the Grand General’s armor hit her straight in the left eye, but she soon regained her composure even though she would continue seeing sun-spots for a while … The fact that he was dressed with so much ‘meaning’ meant that there was something higher at stake than a simple inspection. 

He wants a favor - of that, I am quite sure.

“Good afternoon, Jericho.” She returned his greeting with the same level of nonchalance as he did - even though she could tell by the posture of a Raedsal or two that calling their Grand General by his first name was the most socially shocking thing they have heard in a while. Not that was daunted by it … after all, she did meld minds with the Master Tactician, long before his rise in status. There is no denying the level of intimacy in that - and thus, could afford the casual attitude.

“I hope your journey was uneventful.” She went on, purposefully wrapping it up with small talk in an attempt to hide her irritation at the lack of a preamble. “Though I imagine you would not mind stretching your legs. Surely you would like to take a walk with me? It would be my honor to welcome you to my home.” And she managed a welcoming smile as she turned her body and gestured at the ascending staircase, trying to appear like an inviting hostess despite the daunting aspect of the ‘walk’ up.

[papaswain]

The Raedsel weren’t that surprised by the motion, but they did know it was something of a demeanor to not refer to him by his title at first greeting. Swain however, paid it no mind. Despite his support of the Bastion, vocally and with his own resources, Tybresa would likely question him for some time… If not for the rest of her days. Considering she also had documents that could damage his reputation, he was fine with her suspecting… For now at least.

“Yes, I wouldn’t mind a walk after the journey.” Jericho said, following Tybresa through the rebuilt Institute, inspecting the surroundings and the people, getting a judge for what Tybresa’s done with the ruins of the Institute.

[stalwartsteward]

The woman waited for the Grand General to close the distance, before proceeding to take the ascent up the stairs in step with one, side by side - as equals. Nothing more, and nothing less. Swain’s support to the Bastion was well-known throughout the realm, which also raised some questions as to the organization’s allegiance. Tybresa could understand those concerns, but nonetheless she wished to dismiss them - the Bastion was indeed indebted to the empire for its help, but it would not pay it back through indentured servitude.

Unless he would say anything, she would remain quiet throughout the trek, intent on conserving her breath and her strength - despite her continued residence at the Institute of War, she did not have much reason to go up and down the staircase all that much ... and whenever she was forced to do so, found that it took a toll on her physical fitness. By the time they arrived at the top, she was struggling to hold back from panting, and was quick to wipe off the beads of sweat that crowned her forehead with her sleeve.

“You might notice some changes to the Institute’s structure.” She began, wondering how much she was telling him he already knew of. “I had asked your stonemasons to put up an extra layer to the Institute’s foundations and strengthen the walls in case of a siege.” She paused, waving her hand to the grand double doors that were half-parted, yet nonetheless allowed three average male adults to comfortably walk side-by-side. “I thought about altering the doorway to something more practical - something that does not require magic to open and close properly ... but aside from the emotional value it holds to former summoners and Champions alike, I would not know how.”

[stalwartsteward]

Something apparates upon one of the highest tomes stacked on the table. Individual stripes seem to split the air, followed by a feline body, a waistcoat and smile- and of course, brilliant blue eyes. The Cat stretches, but the stack of books that he sits on doesn't even wobble. "Good evening, Tybresa."

Tybresa seemed absolutely absorbed by the work she was doing, pacing around her territory like a caged animal, though her mind was racing as it leaped from one bit of information to another, her hands busy as they moved to reach from one tome to another, flipping pages and cross-referencing sentences.

It almost looked like she was oblivious to the creature forming in the small abode she made for herself within the Library, but as she passed by that particular stack of tomes, she stopped …

… only to sit up on her tip-toes in order for her hand to reach the Cat’s head, stroking the fluffy top with a familiar pet. “Hello Cheshire.” She said nonchalantly, before returning to her pacing and frantic book-searching.

// @smilesandstripes​

[stalwartsteward]

A smile might have made an appearance on her face when Cheshire replied to the pat by purring, but it ended up being lost as Tybresa returned to the matter  she worked on so ardently. She did not seem to give the cat much notice even as he was hovering around her, knowing full well that Cheshire Cat’s type of magic was as unique as himself.

She glanced up for a moment, looking at the book in question before she curtly nodded her head. There was no point denying him access - Tybresa knew of Cheshire’s ways. She trusted him enough so as he would not interfere with her work in a way that would affect her negatively.

“Magic.” She replied straight to the point, all the while flipping a page and skimming through its contents before switching to another tome - albeit, with a pause, looking up at Chesh with a wry smirk. “It is always magic with me, is it not?”

[smilesandstripes]

His eyes remained on hers, despite his apparent interest in the tome in front of him. Ears swiveled to their surroundings and Cheshire assessed their privacy, before the book shut and resigned itself to floating about him. He chose another, and then a third - that last one being the choice volume Tybresa had been on the verge of switching to.

“Yes, Tybresa, but what kind?” 

He took the volume in his paws and gave it back to her, performing a forward roll in the act.

“Do be aware I’ve seen my fair share of magic both in and out of this world. I could likely provide insight. Both into alternatives and into making more clandestine methods less… clandestine in the eyes of others.”

[stalwartsteward]

The sorceress hadn’t been paying much attention to her actions, instead finding it drawn to the fickle presence that decided to grace her with his company in that moment. Her hand moved to reach out to the book, and found themselves gripping at empty air. This discrepancy in reality made her perk up, switching her focus to the missing tome ... and briefly glared at the cat as he offered the book to her, before taking it with sharp click of her tongue and a trace of aggravation in her movements.

Tybresa flipped the volume open, seeming intent on ignoring Cheshire’s question for the time being, but ... she considered his suggestion, and searched for her own words. Finally, she raised her gaze to look at him with a grim expression - signaling that this was a very serious topic, and expected the utmost gravity from his part.

“Rune Magic, Cheshire. How much could you possibly know about the threads that build this world’s magical core?”