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[arcanegrasp]

Elias is often out and about, but he's always glad to hear out anyone who needs to speak with him. Visit him in his home within the lighthouse, catch him out in the bustling city streets, or leave him a letter! He'll get back to you as soon as he can.

((OOC: Gonna get a proper code for this later, don't worry about the format now!!))

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[lasthumanvoice]

"You don't have to spread his business, El. I just worry." There's a loose hand gesture at the surrounding hermitage lighthouse.

[arcanegrasp]

Elias follows the loose hand gesture, and lets out a light breath, giving a slow nod of agreement along with it.

"No, no. I understand. It'd be a worry I'd have, were it anyone else." He hesitates for a moment, struggling to find his words, a somberness rising to his features as he gazes off to the side.

"...I'm not sure what was happening, when you'd had the dream, but if it was before the barrier, things began to decline - as I'm sure you could guess," He starts, slow and quiet, as if recalling each piece of everything that happened. "We had no idea what was happening. People died in droves, trying to escape the fog. When they came back, they were rattled, and people were desperate for solutions. Panicking masses turned to Town Hall. Seeing that it was a seemingly magical affliction... Town Hall and the masses then turned to the magi."

He's quiet, for a few fleeting moments. The memory clearly weighs greatly on him. He takes the time to have another sip of tea, hoping for the warmth to help ease the aching of old scars.

"I'm sure you know that we couldn't solve it, judging by the way things are now. The pressure made those fractures in Neil and I's relationship crack wide open, and the longer things went on, Neil became more... desperate. Unraveled. The strain pushed us to our limits, and by the time we had nothing left to do but admit defeat, there was nothing left of what we'd started with. And... I struggled to face these people, who were so deeply disappointed in our failure."