Of course Gilmore knew everything about gate stones, just as Scanlan had anticipated. His heart momentarily sank as the other described the difficulty in replicating them, but that wasn’t entirely what he was going for. When the man had finished describing their history, Scanlan nodded and hummed softly. Where to even begin?
“They did have a pair, yes. After we parted ways, I was given one of them. I don’t know nearly as much as you about their enchantment, but I do know they weren’t meant to travel across planes.” He paused there, stepping up onto a small crate so he could place the stone on the countertop between them. Despite its uselessness now, it still looked strangely beautiful.
“There must be transport magic stronger than this. And there may be a way to cross planes if whatever enchantment put on gate stones were amplified.” He tilted his head, curious if Gilmore would disagree or stop him to interject. The unseen servant glided its way back into the room to offer the wine, but Scanlan still looked lost in thought a moment longer.
If Vox Machina were to find a way to do this, use the stone to go to him (although at this point, Scanlan supposed there was a slim possibility of that), they would be stuck here. Whatever weird forces Preya had went beyond plane-shifting magic. It seemed like it would be a one way trip for whoever tried to seek him out.
“Could you remove the enchantment altogether?” He asked, hopeful and suddenly serious. “Not destroy it? It’s sentimental, I suppose, but sort of a mandatory sentence to life in Preya if anyone powered up its twin.”