Order.. Logic.. Reason.. Balance

[Eleatic 1033]

A robed man, gaunt and tall. With the stature of a high elf sits upon one of the beds in the lower decks, his eyes concentrating on a rather odd object -- A jumble of things, rather. Cards, playing cards. Stacked on top of one another to form a house, in increments as he places cards upon it, you hear the words

"Order.. Logic.."

It continues on, he just adding to it. His blue eyes focusing, adding one and another card. His eyes serenely focused upon it, no outside force able to break this old elf's concentration. He continues on, humming lightly. As he finishes, the last card on, before long.. The ship swoons, and the cards fall. The odd elf makes no sign of anger, regret, or any emotion. Rather, he continues on, grabbing the surviving cards, and redoing it upon the chest, from afar, you can still hear him.

"Order.. Logic.. Balance.. Reason, all of these are essential in logic.. For without order, logic is without reason, and without balance . They all do naught but fall down." He continues on in this odd display, just continuing his practices.. His eyes still on the cards.

[Bircalin 332]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.