There's a part of Myr that wants desperately to push the issue--wants, in truth, to shout about Anders' crimes from the rooftops until someone's forced to take notice and do something, be it the guard or someone else. (Especially now that he knows where the man's is hiding; he'd heard the clinic mentioned now and again but no one said where it might be--)
He breathes out a sigh, letting the thought go with it. The situation the Inquisition's found itself in is precarious enough without further endangering its mission over a matter of retribution. "And were your mind deteriorating that's the last thing I'd worry about, truly," he replies with wan humor. "I'd be more put out at the loss of a fellow mage and any research we might get into."
Having run its course at last, the spellbloom quietly dissolves from around their feet. Myr turns his head as if looking down at where it was, counting off time in his head. ...They've been talking a while, haven't they. "Speaking of, I'd not keep you from your work if you have something more pressing to be doing. Much as I could sit and ask you questions about your magic until the sun's gone down." And then some. There's always more to learn.
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He breathes out a sigh, letting the thought go with it. The situation the Inquisition's found itself in is precarious enough without further endangering its mission over a matter of retribution. "And were your mind deteriorating that's the last thing I'd worry about, truly," he replies with wan humor. "I'd be more put out at the loss of a fellow mage and any research we might get into."
Having run its course at last, the spellbloom quietly dissolves from around their feet. Myr turns his head as if looking down at where it was, counting off time in his head. ...They've been talking a while, haven't they. "Speaking of, I'd not keep you from your work if you have something more pressing to be doing. Much as I could sit and ask you questions about your magic until the sun's gone down." And then some. There's always more to learn.