"I surrendered it to Arlecchino in exchange for various services she and the Fatui provided for Fontaine during and after the fulfillment of the prophecy," Neuvillette says. "I wish the Tsaritsa well of it; it seems a more than fair trade from my position."

"It is possible," he allows. "My power is also greatly diminished this far from the Primordial Sea, which serves as its root. The dryness of the wasteland beyond likely does not help." He doesn't deal well with regular desert, nevermind whatever is going on out there.

Neuvillette bends as well to get a closer look, more at Wriothesley's fingers than anything else. Unlike the other man, he conjures his cane, one hand on it at the level of his shoulders for support. "A few things, but I cannot claim any particular expertise," he says. "Most of what I know is based upon music."