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Serce watched with veiled interest as Kai went about her tricks. He suspected that the theatrics were to distract him from some crucial part of the spell. Any mage worth their salt had a few hidden stashes. Each having their own combination and permutations for revelation and access. It was also...

"You are truly a tonic in these trying times." There was a reason that Kai was one of the few people Serce trusted. Curiosity had an odd way of breeding skepticism. Mages could be rather precocious which made interpersonal relationships somewhat difficult. Therefore he was careful not to take...

"I suppose I'm not much different," the mage replied thoughtfully. He spent most of his time going from one place to the next. An innate restlessness which was seemingly never sated. That being said, Serce wasn't entirely sure he agreed on the 'grandness' of Lord Damasque's company but added...

"Nor shall I ever," shot back the mage with a mock shudder. He turned back to the trash as his companion delved into the important. Serce had almost forgotten what it was like to cast without interruption. Oh the spells he could conjure if he were given but a moment's pause. Alas, bereft Barons...

Kai hadn't immediately told him to shove off and the mage took that positively. The clairvoyance she practiced was near-mystery to Serce but he knew it was highly complex. Far beyond the mere cantrips that he often wove from day to day. His talents were not so limited of course, but one needed a...

Serce looked up at the sound of a familiar voice and betrayed a sigh of relief. The two had known each other for years now but no mage was keen on appearing weak. Desperation had a way of leading to severe arcane consequences. Something Serce would like to avoid if possible. He was happy to see...

Without incident. Serce briefly wondered what the noble's threshold was for an 'incident' but figured it was best not to ask. He'd nearly winced as the young lord made his offer to the healer. The mage could see the affront in the old man's eyes and yet he agreed to come along nonetheless. Serce...

"Shove off!"came the rude reply. The mage simply shrugged in response after bumping shoulders with the stranger. Alliria was as friendly as always. Too many people focused on making their coin. Manners were a tertiary concern at best. Serce couldn't fault them as he was somewhat in a rush...

Serce's eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the mention of a child. It was all too common in this world. Removing potential competitors to succession was a tale as old as time. Whatever his faults, the mage did not murder the young. Death was unavoidable in his line of work but he was no assassin...

Serce shrugged off the soldier's pragmatic answer, thoughts turning to more immediate concerns. Ahronov and a pair of guards had escaped during the commotion. It was difficult to say whether the man was expecting to be followed. Leaving six guards behind was generally a definitive statement...

The dagger in his hand had long since returned to nothing but the blood remained. Serce stepped towards the nearest body, kneeling beside it so he could wipe his hands on the dead man's cloak. By the time he got to his feet, matters had mostly been resolved. The mage looked to the medic and the...

Vision obscured by the scuffle before him, Serce barely had time to react to the incoming blade. He managed to conjure up a basic shield but it wasn't entirely enough. There was a sharp crack as the spell broke, followed by a grunt of pain from the mage. The blade ripped through the flesh above...

The Damasquehold was about as ostentatious as one would expect from a house of its repute. His initial welcome wasn't warm but didn't stray into the realm of rudeness. If anything, his armed escort treated him with thinly-veiled indifference which actually threw the mage off somewhat. It was far...

The mage once believed it was possible to extricate themselves from the situation without further bloodshed but that turned out to be nothing more than hopeless fantasy. Calling prideful men 'dogs' had a way of escalating matters past the point of no return. Serce suspected that this moment of...

Serce raised a half-hearted hand in response to the impending violence and found no reward. It was better not to get involved into anything serious this early on. Unfortunately the mage's desires were secondary to the whims of the world. Teal mantle remained calmly draped over the chair even as...