[Later Vayne returns, hoping that here perhaps he can solve a potential problem. He does not say anything to Cid though he knows his companion will soon see that which he sets out to do, that which he must do.]
[The grimoires are anonymous, after all, and for all he can hope, there are none to contradict him. With a glass of brandy at his side, he leans over the pages of his book, and writes as though he is born of another land, one which has been distraught, broken, and falls further into terror.] Your Excellency, Lord Rasler! Pray, I beseech you, tell me it is indeed you; in such trying times, I have come to scarce hope...
[in the Evening - reply]
[The grimoires are anonymous, after all, and for all he can hope, there are none to contradict him. With a glass of brandy at his side, he leans over the pages of his book, and writes as though he is born of another land, one which has been distraught, broken, and falls further into terror.]
Your Excellency, Lord Rasler! Pray, I beseech you, tell me it is indeed you; in such trying times, I have come to scarce hope...