[ Master Sholmes. He rather likes the sound of that. What, if anything, he's the master of may be a subject of debate.
To be fair, Sholmes arrived in Songerein with a healthy amount of skepticism; his beloved science might as well be wadded up and tossed in the bin—thoroughly upended as it is by the whims of dream magic. But in a matter of days, he's adapted to, and even come to delight in the chaos; it makes his work more exciting. ]
That assessment was bang-on. Are you certain you don't know me? [ He laughs. ] Indeed. Creativity lies at the heart of my methods. One must always consider a problem from multiple angles, however outlandish they may seem. Only thereafter should possibility be pruned with the shears of logic. [ Maybe this is the place where Sholmes' wild imagination won't require such aggressive "pruning"? ]
So you must be given to the latter mindset, General Beatrix, bound by prudence—only to be expected when one's decisions risk countless lives. No room for whimsy in such grave calculations, is there?
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To be fair, Sholmes arrived in Songerein with a healthy amount of skepticism; his beloved science might as well be wadded up and tossed in the bin—thoroughly upended as it is by the whims of dream magic. But in a matter of days, he's adapted to, and even come to delight in the chaos; it makes his work more exciting. ]
That assessment was bang-on. Are you certain you don't know me? [ He laughs. ] Indeed. Creativity lies at the heart of my methods. One must always consider a problem from multiple angles, however outlandish they may seem. Only thereafter should possibility be pruned with the shears of logic. [ Maybe this is the place where Sholmes' wild imagination won't require such aggressive "pruning"? ]
So you must be given to the latter mindset, General Beatrix, bound by prudence—only to be expected when one's decisions risk countless lives. No room for whimsy in such grave calculations, is there?