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The warrior-monk traced his hand along the stone wall and then blew some dust from his hand, then looked back to Elio, listening to the man speaking. The blonde couldn't help but have a slight upturn at the corner of his mouth as the other man finished speaking. Gadez patiently rested his hands behind his back, his eyes turning into slits as he gradually began to offer a smile without displaying his teeth. Elio? Most likely Aurelian. But he was surely not from the same region.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Sunspear."[/b][/color] Gadez said in an amused tone of voice before continuing. [color=6ecff6][b]"A stonemason ought to know in order to build a mighty tower, one require to have a sturdy base. Whilst the earth here may be cold and difficult to work with, things may still grow from it. They say the hardiest of things grows in places where none would expect to find them. So I wouldn't say that you are entirely correct on that, mason of stone."[/b][/color] Gadez approached the bars and gave a more smug look on his face, his hair momentarily falling over his eyes.

[color=6ecff6][b]"There are trees older in this world than any structure, one might argue that nature is stronger than any construct made by our kind. Yet nothing is eternal. But indeed, what would you possibly know of that, my dear humble stonemason?"[/b][/color] The blue-eyed blonde smirked and kept himself just out of arms reach from the bars now, in case Elio would feel it necessary to try and grab him.

[color=6ecff6][b]"The earth beneath your feet may not be the only place where seeds may be planted. But in hearts and minds too. You would rather not plant a seed at all, believing it is doomed before it has even had it's chance to prove you otherwise. Then I suppose you feel the same way about the prophecy child? Why even try if the odds are stacked against us? Why even rise up in the morning to eat and drink, when you don't know if the following day is the last? I find it ironic that a man such as yourself, who seems to have left hope behind, to have come to the place of hope that is Dawnhaven. No. You are here because deep within you too have that hope. That somehow this world can still be salvaged. If you cannot be honest to others, at the very least be honest to yourself. 

A man who has no belief in himself, the people around him or the world is more dead than those afflicted by the blight. So drop that pretention that you seem to try feed yourself with, and believe in the salvation of this world. Civilization was not built in a single day. Neither were you. Would you look upon a newborn with the same judging eyes? Even if something may appear weak, flawed or otherwise challenged against the world. Such challenges breeds strength of many kinds. Of will. Skill. A physically weak person, who continues to strive despite their weakness. May someday surpass those who walked a smoother path, fed by silvery spoons and wrapped in silk since birth. For they have not known how it is... to rise from a seemingly barren earth." [/b][/color]

The vexing man said in a stern voice, his gaze unflinching. Then he changed his expression in an instant and took on a more carefree one. 

[color=6ecff6][b]"As you are a good listener, Elio. I am certain you shall remember this well."[/b][/color] He bowed to the other man in a butlerlike manner from the other side of the bars, then the blonde man turned to face Daphne which had arrived.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Ah... the fine and tall missy. Forgotten me have you? I take it your evening was fruitful last night? As for my reason for being here? A simple reaction to an action, all choices before me, I choose to tread the path that led me here. So many paths are before us, yet we always choose a path and proceed, in the labyrinth of life. No matter what anyone else may thing. When it comes to myself? I do what I have to do. To live life bound by some law other than the law of my heart is that truly 'living'? When you rob yourself of your true desires and the path you know that you want to take, no matter how many pebbles are along the way... as you seek the chest at the end of the maze, hoping that it contains that which you seek."[/b][/color] He said softly with a slightly warm smile as his mind seemed to wander to something.

[color=6ecff6][b]"Word of advice, young lady. Is to take matters into your own hands when they present themselves before you, lest they may be lost forever. Seize the opportunity or it will slip through your fingers. The purpose of your life is to live it as you desire, not what is expected of you by artificial creations... otherwise you might aswell truly be dead."[/b][/color] He smiled softly with his eyes closing into slits.
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'The stone is here... my dear. I feel it as much as the blood in my veins.'[/i][/color]