[ Dorian remembers some vague discussion with the Inquisitor. Something about a new wizard arriving from a guild from Fiore. The mage had been equal parts intrigued and skeptical, knowing little of magic from Fiore; evidently, neither did any of the other mages within the inner circle, to the Inquisitor's chagrin.
The mage had apologized, noting he would scrounge up what little information they have, for which the Inquisitor thanked him. She had also smiled wryly and said, Try not to get too jealous, either. I just want you to know, you'll always be my favorite, mysterious mage from a faraway land.
Please, my dear Inquisitor, Dorian had responded haughtily. I am everyone's favorite.
Dorian is climbing down the steps from Cullen's tower when he hears the commotion at the front gates. For a few moments, he merely watches from the battlements, amused by the growing agitation of all parties involved. He idly expects the confrontation might come to blows, and he glances back at the closed door of Cullen's office. The poor man had been suffering greatly from his withdrawal symptoms, as of late, and no doubt they would call on the Commander, should things get out of hand.
The mage sighs to himself, then climbs the steps down to the main gate. ]
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The mage had apologized, noting he would scrounge up what little information they have, for which the Inquisitor thanked him. She had also smiled wryly and said, Try not to get too jealous, either. I just want you to know, you'll always be my favorite, mysterious mage from a faraway land.
Please, my dear Inquisitor, Dorian had responded haughtily. I am everyone's favorite.
Dorian is climbing down the steps from Cullen's tower when he hears the commotion at the front gates. For a few moments, he merely watches from the battlements, amused by the growing agitation of all parties involved. He idly expects the confrontation might come to blows, and he glances back at the closed door of Cullen's office. The poor man had been suffering greatly from his withdrawal symptoms, as of late, and no doubt they would call on the Commander, should things get out of hand.
The mage sighs to himself, then climbs the steps down to the main gate. ]
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