The Medicine Seller's face was normally mask-like, impartial, with only subtle changes that barely registered much of an expression at all.
Now... now his features were strained; eyes narrowed, mouth pulled tight and thin, the tips of his fangs peeking out from the corners of his lips like an animal about to bare its teeth.
This rare expression wasn't directed at Cole - his gaze had flickered away from the young man for a brief moment.
He'd heard mutterings about the Templars' treatment of mages, and though he really didn't much approve of the Circles, most of the mages he'd talked to seemed to find them necessary, if in need of improvements.
Perhaps one of those improvements should be not leaving people to rot in prison just for setting some shrubberies on fire, the Medicine Seller thought bitterly.
"And so Cole's Regret became your own," he said, his face relaxing back into something more neutral
"But it did not consume you as it would other spirits."
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Now... now his features were strained; eyes narrowed, mouth pulled tight and thin, the tips of his fangs peeking out from the corners of his lips like an animal about to bare its teeth.
This rare expression wasn't directed at Cole - his gaze had flickered away from the young man for a brief moment.
He'd heard mutterings about the Templars' treatment of mages, and though he really didn't much approve of the Circles, most of the mages he'd talked to seemed to find them necessary, if in need of improvements.
Perhaps one of those improvements should be not leaving people to rot in prison just for setting some shrubberies on fire, the Medicine Seller thought bitterly.
"And so Cole's Regret became your own," he said, his face relaxing back into something more neutral
"But it did not consume you as it would other spirits."