Book 3: Chapter 58: Fear-iarraidh an Tùir and Automaton
Cuardaigh of the Tower shook her head. "The teleportation platform is only available to high-ranking members of the enclave or very special guests. It's supposedly very expensive to run. As for enchantment grimoires, I can't sell those. Again, they're members only. Mid-ranking or higher. I can sell you some formation plates with similar effects though."
'So she's weak to sweet talk but not enough to break the rules? This is the only place in the city that I even have a slim chance to teleport with. The three other locations would require so much extra time to maybe get such a chance,' Lone thought.
One of those locations was the palace, but Prince Keining wasn't in the city and his connection with Yulia wasn't enough of a reason to justify using their resources for a selfish teleportation.
The other two were similar institutions to the Madendium Enclave, both filled with mages and magical wonders, but neither had tried to forge a connection with Sofia, so this place seemed like the easiest access he'd get to the Farwinds without spending days and weeks travelling.
Even if he'd been rejected, it seemed that with the correct attitude and words, he could work something out here.
"Sure, I'd love some formation plates," he answered with a charming smile.
"To ward away demonkin, right? Ones for all beings don't exist yet. At least, not in this city. The idiots here certainly aren't capable of making something so versatile. Formation plates can only be imprinted by one person, so that person would need to be able to ward off all beings themselves. An unlikely ability for anyone here, that's for sure. Give me a minute to find some for you to pick between," the fairy said with a smile that seemed genuine, but Lone couldn't quite tell. She wasn't trying to obscure anything according to Enhanced Vision, at least.
As she flew up to some shelves in the back, Lone leaned against the countertop and remarked, "Cuardaigh... To search, or to seek, to be curious. Does the meaning hold true for you, or is it just a pretty name?"
Lone didn't know every Gaelic word there was, but he had briefly studied the dead language - both the Scottish and Irish versions - in his pursuit to become a history teacher. With his Puzzle Locked Mind's ability to call upon any memory he wished, placing the word with its English translation wasn't difficult at all.