You're a fuckin' thaumaturge or something close enough to the like. [ He snorts. ] I'm not a complete idiot.
[ Because he's seen that staff, and it is nothing like what a conjurer or white mage would carry. Which is one of the reasons he didn't immediately flee the area without saying a word when he first laid eyes on her.
He feels strangely bereft when she lets go, and half reaches for her hand again, but... no. He stuffs his hands in his pockets. He's too starved for any kind of touch; it's fucking pathetic and he shouldn't advertise it. ]
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[ Because he's seen that staff, and it is nothing like what a conjurer or white mage would carry. Which is one of the reasons he didn't immediately flee the area without saying a word when he first laid eyes on her.
He feels strangely bereft when she lets go, and half reaches for her hand again, but... no. He stuffs his hands in his pockets. He's too starved for any kind of touch; it's fucking pathetic and he shouldn't advertise it. ]
...Ultros?