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2007-07-05, 06:31 PM (ISO 8601)
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#208
Re: Age of Ruin IC: When all your friends are dead
Rhebin
Rhebin slams his spellbook closed, rubbing his temples gently while still reciting one last little Draconic litany.
"I now know more about the smaller people of the world than I ever desired to," he says, his voice once again dripping with sarcasm after a good night's sleep. "And I don't know that I've ever found a spell to go awry. Perhaps if one was so utterly moribund on the literals of the spell, rather than the intent...but I suppose it's different for those whose magic doesn't stem from personal power...enough about it. I don't want to sound like a scholar myself," the zhan says, sharing a quick, joking look with Livina before tucking the spellbook into his satchel.
"I have to wonder, though; even if we do take this work and collect money...what right do we have to pry souls from death?"
((Is it safe to assume that Aidan's come home by now?))