[His lips quirk, though he doesn't smile. Amused, vaguely, or at least pleased, for it is rare indeed people think to offer such a counter.]
I would not mind it. My appearance is strange, and I do not pretend otherwise.
They are lyrium, as you may have guessed. I was a slave in Tevinter once, and my former master a magister there. He branded these into me in a display of power and wealth, using magic that had not been seen in the Imperium for centuries, all so he could have a bodyguard unlike any other.
They proved to be his glory at first, I will admit. Certainly he had no end of admirers in the aftermath, and I served him well as muzzled wolf, biting at his enemies, keeping him safe and intimidating others all at once.
[A small, tight, nasty little smile as he holds his hands between them, letting the lyrium flare through his fingertips, a brief glowing surge of power.]
But they proved to be his downfall, too. As did I.
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I would not mind it. My appearance is strange, and I do not pretend otherwise.
They are lyrium, as you may have guessed. I was a slave in Tevinter once, and my former master a magister there. He branded these into me in a display of power and wealth, using magic that had not been seen in the Imperium for centuries, all so he could have a bodyguard unlike any other.
They proved to be his glory at first, I will admit. Certainly he had no end of admirers in the aftermath, and I served him well as muzzled wolf, biting at his enemies, keeping him safe and intimidating others all at once.
[A small, tight, nasty little smile as he holds his hands between them, letting the lyrium flare through his fingertips, a brief glowing surge of power.]
But they proved to be his downfall, too. As did I.