Oh. Truly? [ a slightly dismayed pause follows, and his ears flatten back again in thought. ] It is a very respectable profession in our lands. We once thought to join the Athmaz'are, ourself, but we have no aptitude for magic.

[ he flinches a little in surprise at the rather alarming glow, but his shoulders ease once more as it fades. was it supposed to do that? he supposes so, if mer solas seems satisfied.

he considers the answer for several moments, absently turning the oath-ring on his thumb, trying not to let his ears droop. that.. sounds quite complicated. and dangerous for this world. ]

We feel that we have a great deal to learn while we are here, especially if we are to make any use of ourself. [ terms like the breach, the fade.. they only mean so much to him. ] Do-- Do you have recommendations for where we should begin?