D E A T H
Arcturus smiled. "Masque, Kal of Masque, are they not interchangeable?" But he nodded all the same, in understanding, and tucked that tidbit of information away within his mind. If he found himself back here, in this realm between realms, he'd certainly seek out Masque for himself. Now that he had a way to find the place, that was. Helpful... Incredibly helpful. "You have my eternal thanks."
At Kal's modest response, Arc shook his head.
"I never took you for one so humble," he laughed, grinning ear to ear. "Something of an artisan..." He reached back into that pouch and pulled free the compass. "Says the Shadow who just whipped this up on a whim." Fantastic is what it was.
He watched as Kal perused the golems, and pointed the finger right back at Arc. Shook his head some. "Even they are formed of your machinations are they not? It's your clay I used to form them, after all. Funny little things, aren't they? They've got nothing going on inside their hollow minds, and yet they have such personality all the same..."
His query had him shrugging some.
"I always have projects on the go. I devised a few new ideas for sand types, while trapped in this place. Have you ever visited the Eversands? Oh, that place filled me with inspiration."
So many possibilities... So little time.
Kal