( You lecture Miette on ants... smh (jkjk)

In any case, he does express interest when Syrlya speaks of the strange system of magic regulation in his home. An idle thought flits by, wondering if Etharis has some such broken system; Briar seemed to know much, but she was cagey with her knowledge. Understandable, considering to whom she was speaking to, and who their company was.

The mention of void, though, so briefly causes his lips to purse, but he returns to his usual expression quick enough, and he raises an eyebrow slightly at Flynn with some curiosity. )

So you believe that real change can only be brought about by those willing to risk themselves on the impossible? That's certainly how a revolutionary might think.

( Or, you know, a hero, but it's hard for him to think of foolishness as heroic. "Revolutionary" feels apt to him: thousands of them die before there is one single chance of change, and even then, that chance may bear no fruit. It is a miserable path, and not at all pragmatic— the path which Mishka favors most. )

As for our beast... We were on the path to making progress. My land has no sun, ( he mostly says this for Flynn, since he knows Syrlya knows, ) but rather than it not at all existing, or having once been destroyed, we found that it had shattered into thousands of cosmically powerful shards. Magic is near nonexistent where I'm from, but I had in my company a talented few. Our objective was to extract these sparks of sunlight and use them to power a ward around our country that might last some few hundred years; we had made good progress on our collection, before I came here.

( Which sounds both grand, and not grand at all, and Mishka seems to know it. In the grand scheme of things, a few hundred years is nothing— but it is better than nothing at all. With only a few spellcasters at the country's disposal, and fewer that could be trusted (if any at all), and really no advancements in technology, Ostoya could do very little for itself. They faced impossible odds only trying to ward it off.

Yet, Mishka knows also each of them had a selfish reason to pursue this impossible goal, and that Valerie's purpose behind proposing it was not at all noble. They all knew this about each other. They all knew they all planned to skim off the top of this raw solar-magic energy, and that they each intended to use the act of warding for their own ends.

What a pity, that the only group poised to do something about the matter was a group that could least be trusted with it. Mishka is well aware of the irony. )

Still, this "Void"... What is this, in Tyria?