[ There's a lengthy pause. Cassandra's own history with magic is a complicated one. It had taken a long time for her to stop blaming all mages, all magic, for her brother's death. It's all too easy to understand Bruce's fears; she can sympathize with him, and even respect him for it. She had seen too many mages who did not take the responsibility of magic seriously enough, and someone had always ended up paying the price for their negligence.
But then...there had been Galyan. The mage who had taught her so much, who had changed her entire outlook. She bites her lip, glancing over at Bruce. She had appealed to his faith once before, and still he had been skeptical. ]
Are you Andrastrian, Bruce? Do you believe in the Maker?
[ Not judgmental - even the Right Hand of the Divine wouldn't get very far condemning everyone who doesn't believe. Merely curious. ]
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But then...there had been Galyan. The mage who had taught her so much, who had changed her entire outlook. She bites her lip, glancing over at Bruce. She had appealed to his faith once before, and still he had been skeptical. ]
Are you Andrastrian, Bruce? Do you believe in the Maker?
[ Not judgmental - even the Right Hand of the Divine wouldn't get very far condemning everyone who doesn't believe. Merely curious. ]