Daniel the Bard stopped. He crossed his arms and grinned. A different species of knowledge gleamed in that grin.
"Well now, this is a surprise indeed, Alchemist. Surely you jest?" His eyes suddenly narrowed as if suspecting that had was being made the butt of some joke. "You really have yet to grasp the connection between stone and song?" Then all suspicion suddenly swept away, and he continued. "You found the music under the Castle, did you not? Don't look so surpised. The origins of the music was instantly revealed to me when you had me enchant its container. Now. Under the Castle. Think on that. The veins of red stone web under the Castle. The music bubbles up under the Castle. The Queen knows how to cut the red stone, when even your former teacher did not. Have you reached the conclusion yet? Really? Both music and red stones are residues of the magic the Queen exudes when she holds regency over the realm. For precisely that reason, Alchemist, they are a safe source of magic. For precisely that reason, the stones are now affixed over you heart. Her mark if you will - etched in flesh. But we waste time. All these points are academic now with monsters roaming the lands. We need to find a new monarch. Closing the rifts and keeping worse creatures out of the Caslte depends on it."
"I have a word," Welcheren supplied, as the truth fell into place. "The name of a place where a new monarch might be sought. But we need to find the right person to venture there."
"The place?"
"Neau Bee Forym. Our first task to locate this place and then elect the person, or persons, who will venture there to search for the new monarch."
"Well now, this is a surprise indeed, Alchemist. Surely you jest?" His eyes suddenly narrowed as if suspecting that had was being made the butt of some joke. "You really have yet to grasp the connection between stone and song?" Then all suspicion suddenly swept away, and he continued. "You found the music under the Castle, did you not? Don't look so surpised. The origins of the music was instantly revealed to me when you had me enchant its container. Now. Under the Castle. Think on that. The veins of red stone web under the Castle. The music bubbles up under the Castle. The Queen knows how to cut the red stone, when even your former teacher did not. Have you reached the conclusion yet? Really? Both music and red stones are residues of the magic the Queen exudes when she holds regency over the realm. For precisely that reason, Alchemist, they are a safe source of magic. For precisely that reason, the stones are now affixed over you heart. Her mark if you will - etched in flesh. But we waste time. All these points are academic now with monsters roaming the lands. We need to find a new monarch. Closing the rifts and keeping worse creatures out of the Caslte depends on it."
"I have a word," Welcheren supplied, as the truth fell into place. "The name of a place where a new monarch might be sought. But we need to find the right person to venture there."
"The place?"
"Neau Bee Forym. Our first task to locate this place and then elect the person, or persons, who will venture there to search for the new monarch."