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"Here, take this before those Dreadlords drink up everything before that fire dies." Rhidian handed Mercer Alwin a wooden cup of ale, having been too slow to manage wine. He moved to sit beside the quiet Initiate, not at all here to make company, but to sit with her in silence if that was what she wished. He was new, still so green to a now graduating class. The Proctors had hoped he could harness his magic before then and graduate within the year, and was propositioned with being awarded Third Rank within the Dreadlords.
"You know, I didn't properly thank you for having my back earlier. I thought I would be gutted out there on the plains, but... you really came in and saved my arse. Cheers," he lifted his cup for her to clink with his, "to almost dying." He chuckled.
"You know, I didn't properly thank you for having my back earlier. I thought I would be gutted out there on the plains, but... you really came in and saved my arse. Cheers," he lifted his cup for her to clink with his, "to almost dying." He chuckled.