[Closed] Mage Rights Club

[justice_is_blond]

WHO: Anders, Nell, Vandelin
WHAT: A meeting of similar minds to see if they can become like minds
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Death's Death's Proud Bear Tavern
NOTES: Nothing comes to mind

The location is fairly easily chosen, one of the shadier bars in Lowtown where no one really looks at anyone else's faces just in case someone sees theirs. They might need this, if they're going to find a way to build their future from multiple angles at once.

Anders arrives first and orders an ale to blend in. It might be good but it's more likely to be awful so he sits with his back against the wall, pretending to read a book while he in reality watches the room and waits.

Comments

[galvanising]

Nell has more to say in response on the subject of enchanters and educators, that much should be obvious and probably already come as no surprise. That should holds back is neither a matter of manners nor a case of being cowed by Anders' tone: she glances at him, but continues to primarily watch Vandelin, gauging his reaction throughout.

When Anders has said his piece, she refocuses on them both. "None of the things either of you want to do will matter if we don't strengthen our position before the Chantry recovers. There will be a new Divine, sooner rather than later now, and we need to make sure that whoever she is, she doesn't immediately embrace the remains of the Templars, build them back up, and turn an Exalted March on us."

She exhales a short, harsh huff of breath out her nose, frustrated, and steeples fingers on the tabletop. Despite it, her words remain calm. "I'm not opposed to educating children. Of course that's important. But that's something nearly any mage can do, and nearly any mage is willing to do, no matter their opinion on the Circles. The work that needs to be done to make sure we remain free and even have a future to train them for requires mages with particular skills and convictions. I had hoped you two might be among them, but I can see that we don't share the same interests. Good luck with your endeavors," she says, swinging a leg out over the bench to get to her feet. "I'd advise against ordering the wine, it's terrible."

[justice_is_blond]

"Maker's breath," he says as she gets up. "You're going to come in and judge and then not even offer up what you think needs to be done for this strengthening? If that's not a backward way to go about matters, I don't know what is. I said I was listening."

Is she scared? Or is she somehow foolishly convinced she can do things on her own? Because going it alone never works.

"It's an easy thing to judge. It's far harder to be flexible and find common ground and work together. Wouldn't at least giving this a chance be worth it? Say the skills, the projects. Try. For the future of mages, Nell."