Darevod
Transmuter, 8th Level

It's only as the argument breaks out that Darevod realizes something's wrong. "One, two, three, four, five... oh dear," he counts sadly. Rubbing his brow furiously with the palm of one hand as though scratching an itch, he hops down the bridge toward Radek and inspects the sigils on the control pillar with the mystic. "Archive or Arcanarium if you please. Whichever you please. Both please me," he suggests, trying at all costs to avoid getting involved in Dawn-Fang and Liandra's commotion.