!qw2cdBTZAc 03/08/12(Thu)13:29 No.18254334|
You scratch your head. "Mad? Ah... Maybe a little. He's not the family that I enjoy seeing, you know?"
"Uh," Tayn looks around awkwardly. "Well, not really, I guess. But I can pretend I do."
"Oh. Right." You pause, rubbing the back of your head. "Did you think about our last scrying session? Any fresh insights?"
"Well, we have seen that place in the scrying lens. Unfortunately, teleporting in guns blazing would likely get us killed if anyone else in the organization is there aside from that Ringo guy." Tayn shakes his head. "We need to get more information on those guys, and there is an old drow trick involving the simplest of subterfuge, ironically enough."
"Well? I may not like the bastards, but I'll be the first to say that some know their spy work." You say to Tayn.
Tayn pulls a small silver ring out of his pocket. "Go ahead, look it over."
You examine it for a short time. "It's a normal silver ring."
"Precisely." Tayn holds it up against the fading light. "It won't show up when you're looking for magical bugs, simply because it isn't one. The only thing remarkable about it is that I've had it for quite some time."
You snap your fingers. "We're going to scry on the ring."
"I'm going to, more specifically, but yes." Tayn pockets the ring once again, smirking. "No offense, but my hands ARE quicker than yours."
"In some ways, yes." You feel each finger of your right hand click against your palm. "I doubt you'd hold a candle to my spell-slinging if things got serious."