Voltaire watched as Koph tore into the goblins, standing by to assist but she seemed able to clean the rest of them up fairly easily with their morale broken and their numbers crushed. He got hung up on the word [i]Intended[/i] and was able to piece together what she meant. Whoever married Koph would need to be one hell of a person in order to keep up with her. Once she was finsihed, she began talking about the Agni familia and he noticed that she had been using the word [i]rhythm[/i] and [i]flow[/i] quite a bit. He had to admit he was getting curious.

He picked up all the magic stones that were in his area and brought them over to Koph [color=8493ca][b]"What are you talking about when you say 'rhythm' and 'flow' of something?"[/b][/color] It was hard for him to phrase the question properly. Music was only something he listened to and never pondered, not when he had far greater concerns. Once the stones were in the bag, he put his dagger back in his arm sheathe. No one had been really around to properly educate him and he was lucky enough to be able to read.