[ A drink, with this person. Not a set-up, but a choice, dangling just out of reach. Something he considers despite himself, when he very much intends to return to Mystraβs embrace. ]
[ sheepish, ] If you like. [ is his final answer, tossed over his shoulder as he climbs. No doubt this ethereal interloper will be gone within the tenday, and Gale will never have to make good on this gentlemanβs agreement. ]
[ Atop the ladder, he leans out to the left, one leg dangling and his arm flexing as it anchors his weight. A precarious position, in truth, but one heβs risked many times before.
Hushing a spell, he reaches out and taps a book, shimmering chains made visible in the same moment that they break apart. A rudimentary ward, for a wizard such as himself. He lifts the tome free, then, and tucks it under his arm. ]
This is the journal of Calimar Arkhenneld, the foremost enchanter of his age. [ as he descends, ] His notes on the topic are much sought after, even by wizards with a fraction of his power.
no subject
[ sheepish, ] If you like. [ is his final answer, tossed over his shoulder as he climbs. No doubt this ethereal interloper will be gone within the tenday, and Gale will never have to make good on this gentlemanβs agreement. ]
[ Atop the ladder, he leans out to the left, one leg dangling and his arm flexing as it anchors his weight. A precarious position, in truth, but one heβs risked many times before.
Hushing a spell, he reaches out and taps a book, shimmering chains made visible in the same moment that they break apart. A rudimentary ward, for a wizard such as himself. He lifts the tome free, then, and tucks it under his arm. ]
This is the journal of Calimar Arkhenneld, the foremost enchanter of his age. [ as he descends, ] His notes on the topic are much sought after, even by wizards with a fraction of his power.