History?
Ah, Lum, came to make a report today?
Yes.  I think it’s important to get this down.
Let’s have it then.
Master Siben has been ordered to prepare an alchemical concoction to protect against enthrallment.
Alchemy? Â Enthrallment? Â You mean from the primals?
Just so.
Can’t be done.
What do you know about it, History?  Aren’t you just a bunch of magiteck parts?
On the contrary, I’m far more sophiticated than that.  Who came up with this genius plan?  Surely the Amalj’aa you captured didn’t suggest it?
We haven’t captured any Amalj’aa.
So you came up with this plan all your own?
Not me…
Of course, not YOU.  I meant the Night Blades…
Well, I think it was Mistress Loki’s idea.
Madness.  How will you know if this plan will work?  There’s only one way to test it.
Yes. Â Someone will need to take the potion and then confront Ifrit.
And then become a thrall.
Not if the potion works!
It CAN’T work, stupid.  Are you mad?  Who would be idiotic enough to even try?
Ellion Goto volunteered to test the potion.
Oho! Â Well, your next move is as predictable as the sunrise. Â You plan to steal the potion and test it yourself.
How did you guess?
It’s not a guess.  It’s plain to see, provided you have a modicum of intelligence.  You’re young, naive, and you have a thing for Ellion.
A thing for him?
Yes, a thing.  A crush.  An attraction.  A longing.  ‘The hots’ for him, as the Lalafell sometimes put it.  Hopefully it won’t interrupt your career as a mysterious lady of the night…
I won’t let Ellion throw his life away.
His life is his to spend.  He doesn’t belong to you.
I…  History, that’s cruel.
Goodness me, and I’ve kept my nasty side so well-hidden!
I won’t let Ellion throw his life away.  There must be another way to test the potion.
There’s none.  Only intelligent animals are subject to enthrallment by the Primals.  Consider this:  if you take this potion and end up a slave to Ifrit, that’s the end.  You won’t be around to save Ellion from himself or to capitalize on whatever other romantic notions you have floating in your head.
Taking the potion myself is my only option.  How could I ask someone else to go in my place?  But until somebody goes, Ellion is at risk…  He won’t rest until we know if the potion works, one way or another.  There’s got to be another way.
Perhaps there is, Lum.
Perhaps there is…
Ah, Lum, came to make a report today?
Yes.  I think it’s important to get this down.
Let’s have it then.
Master Siben has been ordered to prepare an alchemical concoction to protect against enthrallment.
Alchemy? Â Enthrallment? Â You mean from the primals?
Just so.
Can’t be done.
What do you know about it, History?  Aren’t you just a bunch of magiteck parts?
On the contrary, I’m far more sophiticated than that.  Who came up with this genius plan?  Surely the Amalj’aa you captured didn’t suggest it?
We haven’t captured any Amalj’aa.
So you came up with this plan all your own?
Not me…
Of course, not YOU.  I meant the Night Blades…
Well, I think it was Mistress Loki’s idea.
Madness.  How will you know if this plan will work?  There’s only one way to test it.
Yes. Â Someone will need to take the potion and then confront Ifrit.
And then become a thrall.
Not if the potion works!
It CAN’T work, stupid.  Are you mad?  Who would be idiotic enough to even try?
Ellion Goto volunteered to test the potion.
Oho! Â Well, your next move is as predictable as the sunrise. Â You plan to steal the potion and test it yourself.
How did you guess?
It’s not a guess.  It’s plain to see, provided you have a modicum of intelligence.  You’re young, naive, and you have a thing for Ellion.
A thing for him?
Yes, a thing.  A crush.  An attraction.  A longing.  ‘The hots’ for him, as the Lalafell sometimes put it.  Hopefully it won’t interrupt your career as a mysterious lady of the night…
I won’t let Ellion throw his life away.
His life is his to spend.  He doesn’t belong to you.
I…  History, that’s cruel.
Goodness me, and I’ve kept my nasty side so well-hidden!
I won’t let Ellion throw his life away.  There must be another way to test the potion.
There’s none.  Only intelligent animals are subject to enthrallment by the Primals.  Consider this:  if you take this potion and end up a slave to Ifrit, that’s the end.  You won’t be around to save Ellion from himself or to capitalize on whatever other romantic notions you have floating in your head.
Taking the potion myself is my only option.  How could I ask someone else to go in my place?  But until somebody goes, Ellion is at risk…  He won’t rest until we know if the potion works, one way or another.  There’s got to be another way.
Perhaps there is, Lum.
Perhaps there is…
