Monday, in Racolo’s office at Magick School ...

RACOLO:

What are you doing here? And get the hell out of my chair.

KARANTHIR:

I must say Racolo, it's such a joy to see you. You’re always so 

full of rainbows and sunshine.

RACOLO:

How'd you even get here? Magick School is hidden.

KARANTHIR:

I walked through your portal, how else?

RACOLO:

You found my portal?

KARANTHIR:

You honestly don't believe I can sense such things. 

You under-estimate me dear boy, always have.

RACOLO:

You didn't open any of those books, did you?

KARANTHIR:

And possibly activate a spell-trap? What do you take me for anyway?

ROC:

What do you want?

KARANTHIR:

I'm here for an update. Just what are you doing to return Es to me?

RACOLO:

I'm working on it.

KARANTHIR:

And pray tell – when can I expect any results?

RACOLO:

Hey - I wasn't the one who performed that particular magic on Es. 

Syrrah's supposedly seeking assistance from her IlluminatA sisters, 

but she hasn't given me anything to work with yet.

RACOLO:

…And although I got some help from - that’s not 

important, Necromancy is new to me.

KARANTHIR:

Aren't we high strung today? Perhaps you're finally realizing how 

important Es is to you. But I digress – I'm here to officially offer my services.

RACOLO:

I've told you before – you're not my type.

KARANTHIR:

If that was an attempt to be funny – it failed miserably. Seriously, I want to help– not necessarily you, but if there's anything I can do to speed up the process – well here I am, use me.

RACOLO:

Thanks, but you can't help.

KARANTHIR:

I beg to differ.

RACOLO:

You don't know magic.

KARANTHIR:

I found your portal, didn't I? And let's not forget that I was magicked myself. 

In addition to that, I'm an elf – notice the ears? We live and breath magic, 

even if we don't necessarily use it. And at the very least, I can browse

through any book written in elvish and translate for you.

RACOLO:

I can read elvish.

KARANTHIR:

Not as quickly or accurately as moi. Trust me - I'm more than 

qualified to assist.

RACOLO:

OK. I'll get you some books.

KARANTHIR:

And while you’re doing that - I was wondering. Have you spoken to Grace? 

She insists that a simple kiss is a possible solution. Something about sleeping 

princesses being woken from magically induced naps in this manner.

RACOLO:

glares at him

KARANTHIR:

Oh I know it's all fairy tales and folklore, but one shouldn't completely 

discredit them. These old tales could be based on some form of truth.

RACOLO:

Yeah right – like some stupid Disney cartoon is gonna fix this.

KARANTHIR:

In other words - you tried and were unsuccessful.

RACOLO:

Oh shut up!

KARANTHIR:

Too bad. Es would've loved that.

RACOLO:

Yeah, she really would've.

KARANTHIR:

Perhaps I should kiss her?

RACOLO:

What difference would that make?

KARANTHIR:

Honestly, do I really need to go into that? After all, Es and I have 

have a ... strong connection and all.

KARANTHIR:

I'll admit, Shichi's quite the kisser, but he's certainly not moi.

RACOLO:

I wouldn't know – never having kissed either of you.

KARANTHIR:

Why Racolo, is that an invitation?

RACOLO:

There isn't enough tequila in the world.

KARANTHIR:

So it's a challenge then, even better.

RACOLO:

If you want to kiss her go right ahead.

KARANTHIR:

Quite frankly, I wasn't asking for your permission.

RACOLO:

Then do it and when that doesn't work – hit the books.

RACOLO:

…Oh wait a second.

KARANTHIR:

You just can’t bear to see me go, can you?

RACOLO:

Here, take this.

KARANTHIR:

A rock? You’e giving me a rock.

RACOLO:

A crystal. It'll act as a key in case any of the books are magically locked. 

Just wave it over the cover before opening it. Aless was using it 

but he's better on the computer.

KARANTHIR:

I see. There’s just one thing - may I have this one?

RACOLO:

That one’s not enchanted.

KARANTHIR:

But I prefer it.

RACOLO:

What difference does it make?

KARANTHIR:

It's purple, and if I'm to be seen with a rock on my person, it should at least 

be an attractive one. Seriously, you expect me to be satisfied with a 

hand-me-down rock, and a dull one at that! What makes you 

think I’ll accept sloppy seconds? Don’t you know me at all?

RACOLO:

You really should consider therapy.

KARANTHIR:

I really should have the rock of my choice.

RACOLO:

Fine. If it gets you out of my office any quicker – I'll enchant it for you.

KARANTHIR:
Thank you.