A dangerous thing for a mage to be. Even John, with his haphazard education, knows that much.
But John doesn't fear Marus Rowntree's self-control. If the man had managed an abduction at the hands of templars without melting into molten flame—
"Do you believe you were wrong then?" has the air of setting a finger against something delicate. A heated surface. The flame of a candle. Something to be handled very gingerly, contact applied for a seconds at a time.
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A dangerous thing for a mage to be. Even John, with his haphazard education, knows that much.
But John doesn't fear Marus Rowntree's self-control. If the man had managed an abduction at the hands of templars without melting into molten flame—
"Do you believe you were wrong then?" has the air of setting a finger against something delicate. A heated surface. The flame of a candle. Something to be handled very gingerly, contact applied for a seconds at a time.