"Ah, yes it CAN do that." Arno arrived here in a stall with a strange animal nosing him and in his sleep he might have even nuzzled and kissed it before waking up so...he has no real room to judge at all. "I wondered, actually, if I had come up with all of this. But even I'm not that creative."

It really could, at that. If there were more assassins, or if Arno had access to a copy of Altair's writing, he may be able to explain it better. As it is...

"One would think." He shakes his head though. "But there are some who push their way past the stipulations anyway. If Magic allowed them to do it, I doubt they would stop.

Stuffy?" Arno has to laugh. "They ARE, aren't they? It all seems...a bit dead if that's not going to insult anyone. Subdued though. Like this is some kind of funeral for the world all of you knew once. I suppose that makes some sense but everyone's been so dull about it all. Better to enjoy it, if we can."