Originally Posted by
Morty
[Shady Park]
The King in Rags... is speechless for a moment. Obviously, his features are unchanging, but Ilpholin will no doubt notice that this ancient being is shocked and lost for words, just for a brief moment. Then, he laughs. It's a surprisingly deep and hearty laugh - as if not belonging in his current body - but there's a growl of a beast, the crying of carrion-birds and the rattle of dying prey in this sound.
"Oh, Ilpholin. You are not afraid to ask the impossible, are you? Had I only someone like you in the time before." The branches on his back spread wider. "But it is not impossible. Not easy, either, but I am a Lord of the Faerie. There's someone who still owes me some obligations and with whose help I will give you what you ask for. One way or another."