[You know what? In for a gold, in for a bullion. They're heading to that shed. Sylvain's biting away his questions until after they collapse in there. This is very tense. And quiet? And he feels like they're being...watched, like riders on wyverns are swooping above high above them waiting to take a shot.
That, of course, doesn't happen and they get inside of the shed and collapse and Sylvain focuses on what really matters.]
So you're some kind of mage? [He nudges Taryon with his foot, nudge nudge. It's easier this way.] Couldn't you just- you know? [Call down meteors or whatever, as mages do.]
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That, of course, doesn't happen and they get inside of the shed and collapse and Sylvain focuses on what really matters.]
So you're some kind of mage? [He nudges Taryon with his foot, nudge nudge. It's easier this way.] Couldn't you just- you know? [Call down meteors or whatever, as mages do.]