#cons of playing a sorcerer: having the chatty wizard along too means my party is unbalanced

[goddesstrolls]

funny-fella-fantrolls​:

The rustblood’s eyes widen slightly upon hearing that.

“Well, thΔt’s certΔinly not Δ nΔme I wΔs expecting to heΔr. Growing up, I used to spend Δ lot of time reΔding some old stories Δbout you guys.”

A soft smile drifts across his face as he briefly remembers his earlier life.

“SpeΔking of nΔmes, I don’t believe we’ve introduced ourselves. NΔme’s Therus, Therus RokΔth. ’s Δ pleΔsure to meet you.”

“Really, now? I suppose something of old must have survived.”

> Or perhaps he just means something from Jehara’s exploits. You guess fifty sweeps is still a while.

“Minara Drakir. And my sister, Rava.”

> You gesture to your wyvern, who raises her head from your shoulder enough to bow her head politely, closing her eyes for a moment.

funny-fella-fantrolls​:

He smirks slightly at the first part, though it fades slightly as you continue.

“Y'know, I’d definitely s∆y you got the first bit right, but I’m not so sure on the second. Everyone’s got their own t∆les to tell, ∆nd they’re ∆ll interesting in their own w∆y.”

The rustblood opens his arms in a kind of half shrug gesture, his tone remaining casual and friendly despite the frosty reception he’s getting.

“∆nd besides, they s∆y sc∆rs tell stories, ∆nd from where I’m stood, looks like you got your f∆ir sh∆re of those. ∆nd judging from the ∆rmour, ∆nd the mention of w∆iting for ∆ client, you seem like the merc type, ∆m I right?”

“Hmm. Take a guess and you’d probably be right as to how I got these scars.”

> Your wyvern gives a faint huff, narrowing her eyes slightly as her gaze wanders elsewhere. You idly run a hand along her muzzle.

“Close enough to a mercenary, anyway. Judging by your armor, I’d wager you’re a harmless oddball or a very poor assassin.”