A simply
dreadful job, and the ice mage already found himself wishing he had never taken this, simply letting the ambient ice cool the refreshments. He wasn't even using his magic - the residual cold radiating off his body alone did a comfortable job of keeping all these beverages cool. He kept up his hood, letting only the irises glow from the darkness beneath it. Of course, it gave him a more ridiculous look than before.
A hooded, blue eyed mage emanating an aura of white mist and cold, standing over a veritable feast of beverages, alcohol, and the like? If anyone he recognized saw this spectacle, they would probably never let him live it down.
Unlike his times in
Amol-Kalit, he could not simply scare everyone into submission - this was a grand
event, with many important figures and nobles and whatnot gathered in celebration, to make political connections and all that
rot. That kind of attention came with security. High-level, most likely, to defend against any manner of attack, magical or not. He was skilled with his own craft, sure, but against the army of an entire kingdom?
...Well, he did have a chance, but it would most definitely invoke the Herald of Magic on his rear, and
that was something he would keep out of his way as much as he could.
All he did now was wander to and fro, making sure the beverages were all cooled evenly, and not frozen to their spots due to excessive -
Wait.
The familiar, yet
alien sensation nearly stopped him dead in his tracks as this aura registered in his senses. Another who practiced the arts of ice, like
himself?!
But wait a moment, he dared not delve too deep, else his actions be mistaken for a violation of privacy. What fleeting bits of magical power he could sense, while all it gave was a vague image of whatever he was looking for, much like a rumor of a whisper of a conjecture, it was enough to alert him this user of ice magic was not one he should provoke.
Well, granted he could probably face this mage head-on and walk away, but no sense in prodding a sleeping tiger, now was there?
Could be royalty, for all he knew. Still he kept watch, now having an actual reason to stay and observe the festivities, if only to curb his sudden rising interest in sensing another source of cold.
Hopefully he was wrong about the royalty part. That was a self-jest, not a challenge to whatever deity was up there, waiting to prove him wrong.