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"There's mention of void law and void organization, sure. Lots of books we've already collected imply an organizational body. Halo herself confirmed it. But I haven't read a single resource that tells us more; who they are, what the process is, who actually runs the circus..." Or was it a collective to make a decision about how to organize the chaos of the void? Whatever the case, he knows an answer must be there, somewhere in the mess of the unknown. "Let's take the scenic route," he offers quietly, having traveled the shortcut long enough to know he's still a fan of walking when he's thinking.

"Anyway. Where I come from, laws are definitely long, but they're also made to be specific. Right now, 'void law' is pretty generic. Let's see if we can't push our luck to find something more our alley."

Gone were the days where Roland's only concern was to figure out how to read from stone tablets in a library. Where would they even begin? It's a gamble he's willing to take as they pass further in, and it just so happens that remembering Goldpaw of all places seems to suit their conversation anyway.

"Brush strokes for talismans, huh? Is that a type of magic? I know a place that had similar practices." Not that he's ever dabbled. "You should show me some of your work. You have one on you?"

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Everything Roland said made sense for the man himself, and he could acknowledge it, knowing he wouldn't be getting finger-deep into any laws himself. Unless he gets dragged into it by a bossy old man...!!

Nonetheless, he hums to the suggestion of a scenic route, putting his hands behind his head and stretching, a lethargy about him that might be done some good by walking anyway. There was plenty of space for that in the room, but you were never moving to anywhere, and for the bore that the hallways of the carriages usually were, at least they would lead to doors that could be moved through.

It's been moments since returning, but he feels himself already returning to the lull of being on the train. He huffs at the request.

"I've got nothing to show, 'less you wanna see a bunch of paper where I'm practising the same strokes over and over. It's finicky! You have to get it just right; it has to be precise yet natural." Insert the dulled tone to it. "It's magic, but it's all in the strokes too, y'know? Seriously, you should chat with Wei Wuxian. I got talking to him about it because you can make them to protect spaces. Even you can use a lil' magic."

Go for it, old man. Be the cool guy you long to be.