[See, this is more the Taako experience, people giving him food and things for free. He'd push money but he's not stupid and he's pretty sure this girl could kill him with her bare fucking hands.]
How many swords do you have? That's such a fucking conversation segway, like, hey, here's some donuts for the company whatever, also here's a bunch of swords, just to have. For goodwill. Charity.
[Charity swords! To help children who've had hands cut off or whatever. Or dwarves who've had their whole arm lobbed off. Priorities.]
Well, I didn't wake up with just donuts. I've got three extra swords I know nothing about. Just woke up with this entire load of things that don't belong to me. Or they didn't, but now they do.
[She scoots aside a little bit to reveal, sure enough, a pile of swords. They range from rather cheap-looking to actually kind of nice.]
[He snorts, and it's ugly. He'll take some cool swords though. Add more to his decor. Wave more fancy swords in front of Magnus that he can't have. He could start a collection of swords he can't use because his strength score sucks and also he knows magic so what does he even need a sword for???]
Technically, I thiiiiiink I have a shortsword uh, somewhere. But who needs that when you've got magic? Except for, y'know, making yourself look super dangerous with pointy shit.
[He sort of affectionately pats his umbrella tucked by his waist, whatever that means. Gotta love those unconventional staves.]
[Whups, okay, suddenly he's thinking he pushed his luck too far, even if he doesn't quite know why. He scoots back just a little, which won't quite save him if she decides to pick up a sword but might get her to miss if she decides strangling him is the quicker option.]
Listen, uh, I'm not gonna cast anything on you or whatever, I literally just came here for the donuts. I am the polar opposite of a dude lookin' for a fight.
[Is he curious? Yes. Does he want to live way more than he wants to know what's going on here? Abso-fuckin-lutely. He doesn't need his staff to cast, and he's ready at a moment's notice if she makes a grab for him to Blink right out of this plane and start running.]
Oooookay then! Like I said, really invested in, uh, not throwin' blows here.
[He's still taking those donuts though but also getting the fuck out of here asap, scrambling to be Not Under This Table Anymore.]
Thanks for these! And, uh, the conversation, before you decided I was a heathen or whatever.
Yeah, thanks for not letting me in on the fact you fucking... turn shit to gold or whatever.
[She's done here. She'll let him out, and she'll let him live, but that's the end of it. She already regrets suffering Fantasmo's presence. She doesn't need another self-proclaimed wizard on her hands.]
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How many swords do you have? That's such a fucking conversation segway, like, hey, here's some donuts for the company whatever, also here's a bunch of swords, just to have. For goodwill. Charity.
[Charity swords! To help children who've had hands cut off or whatever. Or dwarves who've had their whole arm lobbed off. Priorities.]
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[She scoots aside a little bit to reveal, sure enough, a pile of swords. They range from rather cheap-looking to actually kind of nice.]
And I noticed you weren't armed.
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Technically, I thiiiiiink I have a shortsword uh, somewhere. But who needs that when you've got magic? Except for, y'know, making yourself look super dangerous with pointy shit.
[He sort of affectionately pats his umbrella tucked by his waist, whatever that means. Gotta love those unconventional staves.]
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Her smile drops, her eyes widen for a moment... only to narrow just as suddenly.]
Yeah. I guess you don't need a sword.
[She wipes her chin. But then she just fucking laughs.]
God. God! I'm such an idiot. If I'm already a traitor, why not make friends with a fucking mage while I'm at it!
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Listen, uh, I'm not gonna cast anything on you or whatever, I literally just came here for the donuts. I am the polar opposite of a dude lookin' for a fight.
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Yeah. Yeah. That's fine.
[She's not going to try to kill him. He doesn't even know what's wrong with himself. He's just a clueless mage. Maybe he's never met an Ordennan.
You know, if she did actually kill him... Maybe that could make a good case for heading back to Ordenna with her head held high.
She considers this at length, staring silently at him appraisingly.]
Mmmmmmmmm... Nah. I think you should take your donuts and go.
[He's just one magic idiot. She's suffered worse to live.]
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Oooookay then! Like I said, really invested in, uh, not throwin' blows here.
[He's still taking those donuts though but also getting the fuck out of here asap, scrambling to be Not Under This Table Anymore.]
Thanks for these! And, uh, the conversation, before you decided I was a heathen or whatever.
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[She's done here. She'll let him out, and she'll let him live, but that's the end of it. She already regrets suffering Fantasmo's presence. She doesn't need another self-proclaimed wizard on her hands.]
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[He says it, and then just like... regrets it, instantly, because why does he have a fucking death wish.]
Aaaaanyway, see ya!
[And he just fuckin' bolts.]