Gareth would be hurt that Kostos assumes he's more likely to get someone pregnant. Okay, not really. But seriously.
Kostos, sure enough, does not open the door on an ambush, or anything of the sort. Instead, it's Gareth, seated on the edge of the tub. One sleeve is rolled up to show the old scars, and one that's still red and fresh. Gareth is busily applying the salve that Anders had given him, that will make a new scar fade easier. Should he be pleased or upset that he had the foresight to predict he'd have to use this one?
He certainly doesn't look happy, the expression on his face as he turns to Kostos not unlike the guilt of a dog who has been caught in wrongdoing.
"...I was with Myr. The blind mage. And there were thieves. They--they must've been ex-templars, from when the Nevarran circle fell? They cut off our magic. Our, um. Regular magic." He frowns, the scarred arm's hand clenching into a fist. "It's never enough for them. They will never leave us alone. We're always targets to them, no matter whether we have Circles or not." His voice is a low, angry hiss, anger that's buried but never truly forgotten. Anger that he'll carry his entire life.
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Kostos, sure enough, does not open the door on an ambush, or anything of the sort. Instead, it's Gareth, seated on the edge of the tub. One sleeve is rolled up to show the old scars, and one that's still red and fresh. Gareth is busily applying the salve that Anders had given him, that will make a new scar fade easier. Should he be pleased or upset that he had the foresight to predict he'd have to use this one?
He certainly doesn't look happy, the expression on his face as he turns to Kostos not unlike the guilt of a dog who has been caught in wrongdoing.
"...I was with Myr. The blind mage. And there were thieves. They--they must've been ex-templars, from when the Nevarran circle fell? They cut off our magic. Our, um. Regular magic." He frowns, the scarred arm's hand clenching into a fist. "It's never enough for them. They will never leave us alone. We're always targets to them, no matter whether we have Circles or not." His voice is a low, angry hiss, anger that's buried but never truly forgotten. Anger that he'll carry his entire life.