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The plan is simple: disable Trier’s construct army and then disable <span class="mu-i">him</span>! Lis’tat stares at you for a few moments before realizing you didn’t pause–you <span class="mu-i">stopped</span>.
“... And how, pray tell, do you plan on doing that?”
See, that’s where you’re running into a few hitches, you meekly reply! So far your biggest leads point to Trimbault, but you barely know where to start apart from her and the <span class="mu-s">KHORROZEH WING</span>--
“Ah.” The Professor remarks with a brief flicker in her eyes, “So you have nothing. Aside from the obvious deathwish, of course.”
H-hey, you stammer, you don’t exactly have a choice, okay!? Archie’s already got you in his sights, and if you don’t do something about it, well…
Your gaze sinks to the ground. You’re not exactly sure what he’ll do, you admit as you force a smile onto your face, but you get the feeling it won’t be good, so…
Clearing your throat, your eyes meet the Professor’s one more time.
If there’s any chance you could do this, well… then you’re gonna take it. Do or die!
Professor Lis’tat studies you for a few moments as she samples whatever beverage she obtained from the corner. “To be clear: him killing you would be a mercy.”
Yea, you sigh, you figured…
“But you seem driven, if nothing else…” She purrs as she takes a seat on the corner of her desk. “And that vile fossil wouldn’t have sent you to me without a reason…”
H-he… he <span class="mu-i">believes</span> in you? Her eyes flash.
“I didn’t say that… there’s a good chance he merely believed the end result would be amusing. He’s a fickle old ghoul, you know.”
Yea, you noticed. So, you grumble as you give Obber’s head another idle pat, c-can she help you? Even the smallest bit of info would be a huge help!
“Clearly.” Taking another sip from her drink, the professor lets out what you assume is the Chytree equivalent of a sigh. “To begin, the Archmage’s favorite Constructs are formidable, to say the least–besides being connected telepathically, they can cast spells almost instantaneously and are durable to boot, both physically and magically. Aside from a persistent host of elemental shields, their carapace is forged from a pliant crystalline alloy fabricated in the Archmage’s Tower.”
She pauses.
“Only a select few can enter the Teksoul workshop.”
You shift in your seat. And uh… how does she know all this, exactly?
“Because I assisted in their design.”
You nearly fall out of your chair, much to Obber’s shock! E-excuse me!?
“Don’t gawk. I’m one of, if not <span class="mu-i">the</span> most prolific minds in the academy when it comes to constructs–it’d be foolish not to consult my expertise.” She takes another long swig. “That’s not to say I came up with the damned things. I’ll admit I admired the concept at first, but seeing them in action, well…” A chitter escapes her lips. “It's enough to make a girl’s barbs bristle...”
>CONTD.
