"Indeed... Such as that museum you showed me earlier. I'm sure there is much and more to discover about this place besides its odd magicks."

He hesitates. The achievements of the fragmented races, with that limited capacity for aether, would likely have been of interest to their more academically-minded populace once upon a time. That knowledge alone would give their researchers something to ponder for centuries. But much of said knowledge had its roots in weaponry and warfare.

Sighing quietly, he sets his now-empty mug down. "I have overseen some twelve millennia of innovation and development by various nations," he says in a muted tone. "If I could but make a crystal record of it, mayhap you would be able to use the knowledge to save our people."