What is beautiful? Artists and Artisans have struggled with the question for ages.
Even Philosophers and Scholars have joined this circle of wonderment. Though it
often is argued they themselves are the furthest removed from that thing they seek
to understand. They all suffer from a fundamental failure far ahead of knowing.
Thought alone can solve very little, one must be Cognizant to even begin to understand
both the question and formulate its answer.
-- Manon Parsdyrom; from the introduction of Beautiful Beyond Measure
After handing off the satchel to Phelan, the tall, dark figure Amare's journal claimed was named Volon strode over to Amare's petrified form. Walked a circle around it, its eyes studying kneeling figure. Shortly he bent down and wrapped the wiry arms around the base of Amare and lifted him up into his arms.
Their seemed to be some trouble with holding the statue as the dark figure shifted and waddled uncomfortably before setting the statue down again carefully. Clapping its hands together to shake dust from them and staring at the statue.