[And Julian follows just a few paces behind, tries to ignore and push down the sharp stab of concern (pain, the glimmer of a desire to take it from him and onto himself instead, something he knows isn't wanted and yet it resides in him all the same) that rises up unbidden in him in the wake of Asra's words, when I first came and was in a hard way for it. For now he bites it down, says nothing-- there's nothing he can do about it besides, even if Asra would allow it. It's something already done and gone, like so many other things.
And so he focuses down onto the parts that he likes, the parts the magician knows will appeal to him.]
Shady taverns and lower elements, eh? Asra, you're in danger of spoiling me.
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And so he focuses down onto the parts that he likes, the parts the magician knows will appeal to him.]
Shady taverns and lower elements, eh? Asra, you're in danger of spoiling me.