"Knew a kid like that," An answering tug at his mouth. "Went to the Chantry real young. Reckon half the barracks fleeced him."
But Declan's been dead a long time.
"We're all lucky you learn quick. Must've been a hell of an adjustment."
Forced into the world, and its sprawling wilderness of bodies, voices; of people entirely alien. It's a wonder there weren't more Abominations in those early days. Must've been mages enough never spied a crowd.
He creaks to a seat, the nearer to regard Andraste.
"S'pose I don't see the point," And maybe it's a bit ironic, sat there in blackened steel; the worked grooves of tendon and bone, "Of burying the world."
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But Declan's been dead a long time.
"We're all lucky you learn quick. Must've been a hell of an adjustment."
Forced into the world, and its sprawling wilderness of bodies, voices; of people entirely alien. It's a wonder there weren't more Abominations in those early days. Must've been mages enough never spied a crowd.
He creaks to a seat, the nearer to regard Andraste.
"S'pose I don't see the point," And maybe it's a bit ironic, sat there in blackened steel; the worked grooves of tendon and bone, "Of burying the world."