Magnus frowned a little. "We try to keep most of the settlements in working order, especially settlements in the mountainside. If you've never seen one, that's troubling news."
As they passed over the threshold and out of sight, Killian created sterilized flasks using a bit of sand picked from the cobbled bridge and refined arcane magic. It was a nifty spell he'd been working on for eons and had countless uses. He grazed the flasks in different parts of the ward, coaxing the tattered edges into the containers then porting them into the only place he could keep his things: the cupboard in his tiny room.
Right, the dining hall. Killian chuffed in annoyance and funneled more magic into the ward to force the hole closed. He was drained, but at least the ward was fixed. He'd rather go and study the samples he collected and attempt to add the self regeneration to the ward than sit and listen to Magnus lie to this idiot. But, alas, he sank into the shadows and slipped through the halls until he was in Magnus's shadow once more.
The irony was palpable.
"The ward is fixed."
Magnus only nodded. Her attention was all on Damien.
"I'd love to give you a tour. You might even like it here, Damien. We have a rich history with some of the greatest scholars and mages of our time. It's just way too much to go into now. Food and water first."
The dining hall was a massive room with impossibly high ceilings and drifting balls of light hanging over a number of patrons, who despite shoveling food into their mouths, were furiously reading or writing as they did so. Some with magic, some with two hands moving independently of each other. There was dull conversations going on in different corners of the hall, but it was relatively boisterous in the larger groups of mages eating together.
"Are you averse to meat or have any sort of dietary restrictions?" Magnus asked.
"Magnus, stop ignoring me."
"Killian, I need to focus. Is Spooler here?"
Killian wandered the halls, peeking into each room instantaneously through the shadows. He knew the college like the back of his hand, so his silence to Magnus was quick. By the time he'd returned, she had a glass of water for Damien and had guided him to a seat with a comfortable amount of space between them and everyone else.
Without prompting, Killian slipped into the seat across from Magnus and Damien and kept his attention on Magnus, lips in a firm scowl and eyes narrowed.
As they passed over the threshold and out of sight, Killian created sterilized flasks using a bit of sand picked from the cobbled bridge and refined arcane magic. It was a nifty spell he'd been working on for eons and had countless uses. He grazed the flasks in different parts of the ward, coaxing the tattered edges into the containers then porting them into the only place he could keep his things: the cupboard in his tiny room.
Right, the dining hall. Killian chuffed in annoyance and funneled more magic into the ward to force the hole closed. He was drained, but at least the ward was fixed. He'd rather go and study the samples he collected and attempt to add the self regeneration to the ward than sit and listen to Magnus lie to this idiot. But, alas, he sank into the shadows and slipped through the halls until he was in Magnus's shadow once more.
The irony was palpable.
"The ward is fixed."
Magnus only nodded. Her attention was all on Damien.
"I'd love to give you a tour. You might even like it here, Damien. We have a rich history with some of the greatest scholars and mages of our time. It's just way too much to go into now. Food and water first."
The dining hall was a massive room with impossibly high ceilings and drifting balls of light hanging over a number of patrons, who despite shoveling food into their mouths, were furiously reading or writing as they did so. Some with magic, some with two hands moving independently of each other. There was dull conversations going on in different corners of the hall, but it was relatively boisterous in the larger groups of mages eating together.
"Are you averse to meat or have any sort of dietary restrictions?" Magnus asked.
"Magnus, stop ignoring me."
"Killian, I need to focus. Is Spooler here?"
Killian wandered the halls, peeking into each room instantaneously through the shadows. He knew the college like the back of his hand, so his silence to Magnus was quick. By the time he'd returned, she had a glass of water for Damien and had guided him to a seat with a comfortable amount of space between them and everyone else.
Without prompting, Killian slipped into the seat across from Magnus and Damien and kept his attention on Magnus, lips in a firm scowl and eyes narrowed.
