The Watcher finishes his ritual and looks to Talin, nervous like a da'len who's torn the seams of an aravel's sail, but Talin just blinks back at him, nonplussed.
"Are you going to do that for all of them?" he prompts, eyebrows raised expectantly. They need to figure out what they're doing about these bodies and find the rest of Riftwatch, there's no time for shemlen hand-wringing about magic.
But a thought occurs to him, another reason the Watcher might be nervous, and it is much worse than shemlen magic politics.
Talin's expression, at worst distantly amused the vast majority of the time, darkens like a stormcloud. He draws himself up slowly, straight-backed and tense across from the Watcher. His fists clench in barely-leashed fury, his glowering features cast in grim shadow from the scant light they have to work by. When he speaks, his voice is a low, dangerous growl.
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"Are you going to do that for all of them?" he prompts, eyebrows raised expectantly. They need to figure out what they're doing about these bodies and find the rest of Riftwatch, there's no time for shemlen hand-wringing about magic.
But a thought occurs to him, another reason the Watcher might be nervous, and it is much worse than shemlen magic politics.
Talin's expression, at worst distantly amused the vast majority of the time, darkens like a stormcloud. He draws himself up slowly, straight-backed and tense across from the Watcher. His fists clench in barely-leashed fury, his glowering features cast in grim shadow from the scant light they have to work by. When he speaks, his voice is a low, dangerous growl.
"Did you bind a spirit to do that?"