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"You really should keep better company," he shot back with a little more judgement than intended. The witch's remark stung a little more than he cared to admit. Though that certainly wasn't the only reason. "Did you really let peop-nevermind," he began before hurriedly cutting himself off...

Serce nodded in agreement with the old soldier's assessment. It would've taken too much coin to the flip the Roost and the bastards weren't even likely to be good for it. The mage would've preferred if this could've been resolved with money. Alas that particular item is how they found arrived at...

The young lord had a flair for the dramatic, a trait which the mage could appreciate. Serce continued to follow the noble's explanation, carefully committing the map to memory as he did so. It wasn't entirely uncommon for castle's to be designed in such a fashion. They were generally constructed...

"Not to worry my lord, despite appearances I rather value my life." Overwhelming odds was his niche but this was an entirely different situation. He wasn't sneaking into some lord's manor. There was blood in the cards and he wasn't a hero, just a professional. Serce gave the wizened healer a...

"Is my presence itself not the greatest gift?" He replied with a mock flourish of grandiosity. A wry smirk danced across the mage's face. It was a joke of course - well for the most part at least. Serce was hardly an ordinary spellcaster after all. A far cry from those stuffy, small-minded...

A slight scowl touched the mage's face but otherwise his expression remained neutral. Every noble was likely to claim that their soldiers were of excellence but it was rare of them to say that of another's. Also he suspected that the young lord only gave praise begrudgingly. Therefore the mage...

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...