Haelan watches the beginnings of a second mark slowly evaporate away, shifting his weight from foot to foot in case running away is a good option. Mage. A blind mage. Oh Maker.
He swallows, lifting his chin up a little and trying to hide his nervousness.
"I was told to tell you that the books from Val Royeaux are here?" He isn't sure what books, or if this is the right white-blonde mage, but there can hardly be many of them in the Gallows.
"Is it like a trap? If you step on it, it slows you down so someone can cut your head off?" That would be useful. He can see that. He'd not like to be caught in one, but he guesses if you're fighting rebel mages or those crazy Orlesians, it would be good to slow them down.
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He swallows, lifting his chin up a little and trying to hide his nervousness.
"I was told to tell you that the books from Val Royeaux are here?" He isn't sure what books, or if this is the right white-blonde mage, but there can hardly be many of them in the Gallows.
"Is it like a trap? If you step on it, it slows you down so someone can cut your head off?" That would be useful. He can see that. He'd not like to be caught in one, but he guesses if you're fighting rebel mages or those crazy Orlesians, it would be good to slow them down.