My world already welcomed humans to our shores from beyond the veil with open arms. Despite their greed and their bloodthrist brought with them, we never sank so low as to catalog and tag them like livestock. Humanity, they call it.

[ the word spat out like it's poison on his tongue. ]

I understand from whom the proposal came. [ pissed and grating as he is, he doesn't actually blame the mages. they're too soft-spoken and peaceful here, not like the Sorceresses from the Continent. Bizarre that he actually misses a couple of them right now. ] I've no quarrel with your mages, save that none found it in them to set the aspiring slave-master Templar or priestess to a bonfire the moment the thought was voiced.