It gladdens my heart to meet a kinsman in this blessed Sanctum.

I call all my fellow Daevas "kinsmen," you know. It's a habit of mine.

No offence given, I trust.

I find it easier to empathize with people if I think of them as my brothers and sisters. It makes the act of reciting poetry for them...personal...more intimate.

"Would you recite a poem for me?" "Farewell."

I'm sorry, but I can't produce a poem for you just off the cuff. I'm an artist, not a short order chef.

Someone like Valendir rattles off a poem every five minutes, full of flowery words and pretty phrases, but I take my craft seriously.

Poetry has to come from the heart or it's meaningless. I require solitude and peace to create. I prefer to do my writing alone, in the middle of the night, while the city sleeps.

"Are you sure it's not writer's block?"