[open] it's a shame we're all dying

[thereneverwas]

WHO: Barrow and any mages who want to get their shit ruined, possibly others
WHAT: in light of this posting
WHEN: Drakonis
WHERE: the training pitch
NOTES: who knows

He hadn't intended to ever come out with the truth to everyone in the organization, not so openly. But it feels oddly uncomfortable having-- apparently??-- breached the trust of at least one person he respects, so Barrow is owning it now, in his way.

They still don't have to talk about it. Being an ex-Templar. That's his business as much as being a mage is theirs, and really, he's doing them a favor.

Whether or not anyone takes him up on his offer, Barrow can be found swinging his Riftwatch-acquired hammer at practice dummies with gradually improving competence on just about every afternoon. Usually he has a shirt on (it's cold out), but that can always change.
He'll stop if someone approaches, and offer a smile, whether or not they seem like the smiling type in return.

Comments

[exequy]

"No."

Obviously.

He is not disarmed.

But since they're talking, now, he adds, "What Circle are you from?" in the sort of demanding tone that wouldn't be out of place in an interrogation where Barrow couldn't just walk away instead of answering.

[thereneverwas]

Barrow's smile falters, but only slightly. Ah, so this is how it's going to be.

"Jainen," he answers smoothly, raising his eyebrows. "Yourself?"