Sigil: The City of Doors

"Safe passage."

/scene?

He nods. "Of course. I'm going to head out and get this message where it belongs."

She accepted the shake with a stoic smile. Primes seemed to be having an affinity for it. Her fingers were thin and her skin pale to the point of near-translucence, the grip delicate. But warm. "I am glad to have made your acquaintance, Fyne. Come by. Next time we can perhaps talk more of your lost memories."

"Since you have no preference, I'll go with Akh Uur Hoon, especially since part of it is literally written on your being. Seems the most appropriate," he says. before offering a hand for a shake. "It's good to know you Akh Uur Hoon."

"I am an Illumian. Demigods of my race have created places of knowledge across the Planes. I grew up in arguably the largest, Elirhondas, in the Plane of Shadow. Illumians are creatures of magic, those luminous sigils you see circling around my head are an inherent part of us, this is also how we often communicate with one another. Two of them, Uur and Hoon, are what shaped me as I grew up. Akh is the given one. I have no preference how you address me, Fyne, but hopefully with this explanation you can make an informed choice."

"You are quite welcome, Akh Uur Hoon. Do you prefer your full name or is something shorter preferable? I have to admit to not knowing where your name is from or the cultural practices around it," he says, as he tucks the missive away somewhere safe.

"I am the one who is grateful. Come again, Fyne, if you find the time."

"I'll give it my best," he says with a nod, accepting the missive. "Thanks for the opportunity."

She removed something from her sleeve that then floated in the air, some semi-solid ribbon-like chain of inscrutable glyphs.

"This is a thought strand. It contains some of the last thoughts of late Rhaunades, the scholar who fell victim to the gruesome murder last night. You must have heard about it. I conducted a post mortem examination and managed to extract those thoughts. I'd like this to be delivered to those in charge of the investigation, probably Harmonium, along -these- autopsy notes. Maybe this will help them find the killer and give Rhaunades some peace." She produced them. "Do you feel up for the task? Thought strands are rather brittle and need to be passed and decoded quickly before they dissipate."

"I can always use a bit of work," he says with a nod. "As for the material wealth, I donate the bulk of my money to the Church of Eilistraee. I need to earn a few coins to keep me in my place in the Guildhall Ward, because the baths at the gymnasium are nice, but I like earning something for the church. So I'll take what you've got since this seems like an honest way to do my part for the city, my people, myself and someone that's taking care of my friend."