"I confess, psychiatry and psychology are not fields I'm well versed in," Rolan says as he gives Martyn a polite smile and tips his head to the side, then begins to look over the Nexus, his golden eyes flicking this way and that. "A pity you're not more familiar with the location; I was hoping to find someone who's brain I could pick over the nature of this plane."

"As for your question, I am meither, my friend," Rolan explains, placing one hand on his chest and bowing his head. "I am a wizard of exceptional talent, and soon the knowledge to accompany it."

"As soon as I finish sorting through the mess Lorroakan left behind," he grumbles, lifting his head and glaring at the library just on the other side of his portal. "Lorroakan was the... former master of the tower, and he hoarded enough books and artefacts to make a dragon slaver in desire. As the tower's newest custodian, I'm doing my best to put things in order, which..."

Rolan sighs, slumping his shoulders as a low chuckle rumbles in his throat. "I suppose makes me both a librarian and an archaeologist in its own way."