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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[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.]