Myr goes still. After a moment, he nods. I thought... no. I felt, as if I was being guided. It's one of those things you can never really pin down, y'know? Just an instinct, to come, to this place. Don't get me wrong, the Festival was pretty important... Hm.
He looks thoughtful for a moment.
It's been driving me nuts, your know, this idea that I can't quite see the whole picture? It never occured to me that I might only have an edge, and that there might be some larger agency at work.
He laughs.
Or maybe it's late, I'm in a strange place, and the floating lights remind me of starlit hillsides and dark stirrings in the night. I'm Myrmidon, and it was good to meet you. If I do see both baleful and solid, I can send the coven word.
He gives the elf a chance to give his name or speak further, but otherwise heads out in the direction of Eagle's Crossing.