Micolash listens raptly, eyes focused and clear. Notable due to the fact they so rarely are. His fingers, always seeming to require movement and occupation, hold and feel the cloth of Viatorus' handkerchief again. By the time the young man has concluded, the scholar tuts chidingly.

"You're so quick to cut down your abilities and knowledge. Who taught you that? To mute your accomplishments? To discomfit your own potential?" He sounds genuinely sympathetic, frowning sadly. The brilliant should never be discouraged like he feels Viatorus must have been. Because in his experience, it is always learned behaviour beat into them by others. Uncomfortable family, jealous peers, a clueless society.

"What you describe is remarkable. You say you have not researched as deeply as I have, but you are able to change Dreams? That is a power I have known to only be in the hands of the Great Ones! Even I was beholden to Mergo and his powers; without him, I would have been left with nothing but dust and ruin upon arrival to the Nightmare Frontier. And has this always been...innate? Were you taught this by betters? Or has it always been there, like my Insight has?"