>>6328087>“Fine then, just get it over with.” You say, stepping away from the console. Crowley gives you an unsure look. Evidently, it was hard for him to trust this stranger. You suppose this was all quite a lot to take in. Though to his credit, he either didn’t really buy this whole ‘Agarthan’ business, or he was handling it better than most would. “But if you’re not Gyles, I’d rather not call you that anymore. What’s your real name?”“Pyrrho.” He says. He walks towards the console, and wastes no time in getting to work. At the desk lies some sort of contraption that sits before the glass that contained those moving images. His fingers rapidly begin dancing around it, producing a faint clicking sound with each stroke. “Thank you, Tristain. This should take but a moment.”
You watch as the images that were on display flicker one by one, replaced with boxes containing more of that unknown language. That Pyrrho here was evidently able to read it was proof to his claims of being not entirely human.
>“So, if I pulled that cloak off you, what would I find?” You ask, leaning against the wall. If you had to wait for this man to finish his business, you could at least make some small talk. Crowley snickers at your question, but does not let his hand loose from his sword.“You would find the form of Gyles Dominic, as he last appeared before his untimely demise.” Pyrrho answers, not looking up from his work.
>“But that’s not really you, right? So, is it some sort of sorcery?”“Correct. A way of hiding my true appearance and identity. An Agarthan speciality. One that was used for centuries in fooling the humans of Fodlan. Far more convenient to move around this way. Only a trained eye would be able to tell the difference. Usually, that meant only my kind. But these Yasha are special. That is one area in which I find the people of Morfis have impressed me.”
>“What’s your real form look like then?”“I’d rather not show you.” Pyrrho says over his clicking. “Long ago, I was the pinnacle of beauty. I possessed a flawless body, with flowing gold hair that reached down to my waist, and a proud face that contained no blemishes or pockmarks. My people prided ourselves on appearances, and we vainly enhanced them, as well as our own longevity, through no shortage of sorcerous means. Perhaps that is why it was fitting that when we were banished underground, the first thing that left us were our looks. I have not seen my true self in over 25 years. It is a constant source of shame to me. A reminder of how far I’ve fallen.”
Well, that was bleak.
>“So, what are you looking for anyway?”“Notes. Journal entries. Some form of record. Anything that will point me in the direction of what Xenophanes had planned. He was always meticulous with cataloging his work. If this room truly has avoided tampering, I suspect I will find something to go by.”
