"Oh, a mage," he says, with a hint of wistfulness. "We do love mages."
Damn useful, and usually happy to be there—or they were when their other option was the Circle. Maybe not so much now that there's a chance of freedom that they don't have to bargain their lives away to earn, which is in its own way not freedom at all...
Not relevant. Not currently.
Alistair looks at her for a long moment, genuinely considering it. He wanted to be a Warden, too, when he was the age he currently doesn't know she actually is. He wanted it so badly, he both prayed and meant it. He'd like to be able to say yes, the way Duncan said yes.
"Are you in some sort of trouble?" he asks. Partially it's a stalling tactic. He doesn't want to say no. But there are so many miserable Wardens here already, who swapped their problems elsewhere for a life they now hate, it's probably good to check.
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Damn useful, and usually happy to be there—or they were when their other option was the Circle. Maybe not so much now that there's a chance of freedom that they don't have to bargain their lives away to earn, which is in its own way not freedom at all...
Not relevant. Not currently.
Alistair looks at her for a long moment, genuinely considering it. He wanted to be a Warden, too, when he was the age he currently doesn't know she actually is. He wanted it so badly, he both prayed and meant it. He'd like to be able to say yes, the way Duncan said yes.
"Are you in some sort of trouble?" he asks. Partially it's a stalling tactic. He doesn't want to say no. But there are so many miserable Wardens here already, who swapped their problems elsewhere for a life they now hate, it's probably good to check.