Myr aborts the second glyph with a wave of his free hand, unsnarling the nascent energy and letting it ebb back into the Fade. Grounding his staff, he folds both hands around it with his fingers laced together. "It's glowing so anyone who looks at it knows it's active," he says, kindly enough. "That's a courtesy so no one walks through it unaware--though if you were to, you wouldn't come to any real harm. It's only meant to slow down anything that comes into it.
"Did you need me for something?" Or did someone else? The kid sounds young enough to be a runner of some kind, but one never quite knows with the Inquisition.
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Myr aborts the second glyph with a wave of his free hand, unsnarling the nascent energy and letting it ebb back into the Fade. Grounding his staff, he folds both hands around it with his fingers laced together. "It's glowing so anyone who looks at it knows it's active," he says, kindly enough. "That's a courtesy so no one walks through it unaware--though if you were to, you wouldn't come to any real harm. It's only meant to slow down anything that comes into it.
"Did you need me for something?" Or did someone else? The kid sounds young enough to be a runner of some kind, but one never quite knows with the Inquisition.