[ In Basawar what Jack describes could be attributed to the babblings of Payshmura mystics at best, Eastern witchcraft at worst. Honestly, it would most likely be classified as the latter. Better to burn what isn't understood, according to the priests...
But they are long gone now. For as much guilt as he holds for his part in their fall, at least there are no more burnings in Basawar.
He goes silent for a moment, longer than he means to pause anyway the conversation. Then: ]
You'll have to show me sometime. If that's alright. [ If he doesn't mind. Not now, of course, but it would be stupid of him to attempt to avoid this magic entirely. He's suffered for his willful ignorance before.
Another shorter pause, and he tilts his head slightly. ]
Where are you from, Jack? [ His curiosity gets the better of him. The prosthetic leg, the missing finger, his rodeo. He has experienced hardship of a kind that he instinctively feels at odds with what he can remember of Nayeshi. ]
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But they are long gone now. For as much guilt as he holds for his part in their fall, at least there are no more burnings in Basawar.
He goes silent for a moment, longer than he means to pause anyway the conversation. Then: ]
You'll have to show me sometime. If that's alright. [ If he doesn't mind. Not now, of course, but it would be stupid of him to attempt to avoid this magic entirely. He's suffered for his willful ignorance before.
Another shorter pause, and he tilts his head slightly. ]
Where are you from, Jack? [ His curiosity gets the better of him. The prosthetic leg, the missing finger, his rodeo. He has experienced hardship of a kind that he instinctively feels at odds with what he can remember of Nayeshi. ]