He shook his head a little as Nerdanel suggested he share the tales of his own world, as if implying that there was no way his own tales would live up to those that the elves likely had experienced, but he didn't comment. That was unfair: just because elves lived an impossibly long time didn't mean they necessarily discounted those around them.
Mention of something called the Istari interested Paper. Did they not have wizards and sorcerers where she was from?
He paused, then responded to her final comment carefully. It was clear he was trying to pick his words carefully as he thought it over. His demeanor would grow more serious as he spoke. "Anything can be dangerous if put into the wrong hands. A wizard who spends their life devoted to learning magic can turn to learning forbidden magics: necromancy and soul magics, for example. Sorcerers, born with innate power, could easily use their power for evil. They are often surprisingly strong for having no formal training." He paused for a moment, considering his next statement. "No deal comes for free, that is true. To pick an appropriate patron that requests nothing that is a detriment to the fellow people and the world around you as well as to use the granted power for good can be tricky."
"Devils and demons are never to be dealt with, given their nature and the nature of the Hells. The Fey can sway either way: some simply wish for entertainment while others desire trickery. And the Old Ones..." Paper looked up, as if expecting to see a starry sky. It was clear this was maybe a small habit. "...They seem less than interested in the happenings of planes. At least, mine seems less than interested." He blinked and looked back to Nerdanel. "Part of why I search ruins is for more information on the Old Ones. All I know is that they reside in the Far Realm." There were other patrons, of course, but they often ended up adjacent to one of the ones he mentioned.
He's quiet for a moment, then some of that cheery demeanor comes back, though not as much as was there prior. "So the Istari? Is that a people, then?"
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Mention of something called the Istari interested Paper. Did they not have wizards and sorcerers where she was from?
He paused, then responded to her final comment carefully. It was clear he was trying to pick his words carefully as he thought it over. His demeanor would grow more serious as he spoke. "Anything can be dangerous if put into the wrong hands. A wizard who spends their life devoted to learning magic can turn to learning forbidden magics: necromancy and soul magics, for example. Sorcerers, born with innate power, could easily use their power for evil. They are often surprisingly strong for having no formal training." He paused for a moment, considering his next statement. "No deal comes for free, that is true. To pick an appropriate patron that requests nothing that is a detriment to the fellow people and the world around you as well as to use the granted power for good can be tricky."
"Devils and demons are never to be dealt with, given their nature and the nature of the Hells. The Fey can sway either way: some simply wish for entertainment while others desire trickery. And the Old Ones..." Paper looked up, as if expecting to see a starry sky. It was clear this was maybe a small habit. "...They seem less than interested in the happenings of planes. At least, mine seems less than interested." He blinked and looked back to Nerdanel. "Part of why I search ruins is for more information on the Old Ones. All I know is that they reside in the Far Realm." There were other patrons, of course, but they often ended up adjacent to one of the ones he mentioned.
He's quiet for a moment, then some of that cheery demeanor comes back, though not as much as was there prior. "So the Istari? Is that a people, then?"