The air around them stays magically imbued with warmth as they move, with the occasional harsh wind managing to slither through before it's dispersed again. He has some of his mind still committed to the task at hand, but if they walk a big circle and see nothing dangerous and only speak, he will have considered the outing successful.
There is a rueful smile when she speaks of her title, and perhaps he has something wry to say to it, but then she says this other thing, the one that demands a more immediate response.
At first -- as always -- there is none, Marcus silently absorbing information as they go. Then he confesses, "I know little of Seers," when he senses it's his turn to speak his mind. "Save for some stories I've heard, and what the Chantry would have us think of them, so." So. In essence, he knows nothing. Dangerous apostates all. His tone is, as she might have guessed, empty of anything disparaging, and there is a true thread of curiousity as he asks the question he deems most important in this moment;
"Do you think you'll seek them out again? When all is done."
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There is a rueful smile when she speaks of her title, and perhaps he has something wry to say to it, but then she says this other thing, the one that demands a more immediate response.
At first -- as always -- there is none, Marcus silently absorbing information as they go. Then he confesses, "I know little of Seers," when he senses it's his turn to speak his mind. "Save for some stories I've heard, and what the Chantry would have us think of them, so." So. In essence, he knows nothing. Dangerous apostates all. His tone is, as she might have guessed, empty of anything disparaging, and there is a true thread of curiousity as he asks the question he deems most important in this moment;
"Do you think you'll seek them out again? When all is done."