You've managed to refrain so far. I have faith in you.
[ And the great grand tour of the technology of 2015 starts with... well, it starts with the lights, since they're simple enough. And then a tour of the marvels of indoor plumbing- you know, the essentials. The kitchen comes next- the fridge keeps food cold, the microwave warms it up, that kind of thing- and now they're back in the living room staring down Charlie's rather impressive entertainment center. ]
I'm trying to figure out how best to explain this.
The average lifespan for mages back home is nowhere near as long, I'm afraid. Mostly occupational hazard. Occasionally, persecution. Even more likely, court intrigue is involved.
Hah. [ he tries to make it sound flat and humorless, but there's something oddly bitter about his tone. He catches himself, though, and his next statement is far less venomous. ]
Wizards don't get that fancy. They just say it's been dealt with.
[ hide it as he might, Dorian catches the twinge of bitterness there, that hint of something falling a little too close to some hidden target. It's not his place to ask, though he shuffles it away. ]
How delightfully brusque. I'm beginning to think I'll get along just fine, here.
Naturally. While I'm sure my presence here will brighten your dreary halls considerably, I've business to attend to back home. Worlds to save. Demons to kill. Insane cultists to murder.
Oh, it's really not so interesting. A figure from religious tales told simply as a warning against hubris made real, who is ripping apart reality in order to wrest control of the heavens to earn godlihood. Throw in demonic alliances and warriors corrupted with unnatural substances, political intrigue, and courtly dalliances, and you have my past year in a nutshell.
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