[Not as impressed by his magic as he'd hoped, but he can work with it. His fingers rub together as he listens without interruption, taking her ways and trying to fit them into the puzzle that is this world. From her particular tone, he suspects invited is not the word she is really saying.
It would be easier to assume she was from Thorne, but that clearly isn't the case. Which means --
Ah. Fuck. Is it possible that Cadens... the library in Thorne had mentioned that the kingdoms had their disagreements about the Singularity. But it couldn't --
Oh, how he didn't want it to be what he was beginning to suspect.]
It feels a bit like being a fish led along on a hook, doesn't it? [He sits back. His eyes cut away from her to scan the crowd moving past but, satisfied, his gaze returns to her. At the very least, the ones after him were not Thornians. But they were still people annoyed by a bit of, ah, petty theft.
No one had to know, of course!]
The barracks? What barracks? [He frowns. He's been studying the city, but... she's certainly not from Cadens, either. Wait. Hadn't he heard of some sort of outpost? What the bloody hell was going on?]
Allow me to be frank. [He leans in close to her, and it's more conspiratorial than flirtatious.] You were... brought here, to this world, weren't you? If I may be so bold. [They have danced around it, but he almost wishes to be wrong. It would be so much easier.] Who did it? Do you recall? Not a mage...? An older man?
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It would be easier to assume she was from Thorne, but that clearly isn't the case. Which means --
Ah. Fuck. Is it possible that Cadens... the library in Thorne had mentioned that the kingdoms had their disagreements about the Singularity. But it couldn't --
Oh, how he didn't want it to be what he was beginning to suspect.]
It feels a bit like being a fish led along on a hook, doesn't it? [He sits back. His eyes cut away from her to scan the crowd moving past but, satisfied, his gaze returns to her. At the very least, the ones after him were not Thornians. But they were still people annoyed by a bit of, ah, petty theft.
No one had to know, of course!]
The barracks? What barracks? [He frowns. He's been studying the city, but... she's certainly not from Cadens, either. Wait. Hadn't he heard of some sort of outpost? What the bloody hell was going on?]
Allow me to be frank. [He leans in close to her, and it's more conspiratorial than flirtatious.] You were... brought here, to this world, weren't you? If I may be so bold. [They have danced around it, but he almost wishes to be wrong. It would be so much easier.] Who did it? Do you recall? Not a mage...? An older man?