Why would Jim have strange magic with him? What purpose does it serve, left on his cloak? Did the Durants give it to him, or- no. No, that's not Harrowheart's magic. That much he knows.
He's almost too preoccupied to take in Jim's conversation, or the way his father chuckles at the invented description of their uphill trek.
"Longer, certainly, though I did have the advantage of traveling by ship. The road from Anvil isn't entirely comfortable, but I gather it's a good sight safer than crossing Skyrim these days. Ah- tell me, is it really true there are dragons up there?" The elder Caelus leans forward a little, his intense curiosity about the man sitting beside his son momentarily sidetracked by this equally urgent question.
At that, Felix actually laughs, seeming to forget his nerves. "Yes, actually. They're terrifying beasts, but you ought to see them, father - from a long distance."
"I did tell you, Nereus," Terentius chides as he refills his cup.
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Date: 2018-12-18 10:19 pm (UTC)He's almost too preoccupied to take in Jim's conversation, or the way his father chuckles at the invented description of their uphill trek.
"Longer, certainly, though I did have the advantage of traveling by ship. The road from Anvil isn't entirely comfortable, but I gather it's a good sight safer than crossing Skyrim these days. Ah- tell me, is it really true there are dragons up there?" The elder Caelus leans forward a little, his intense curiosity about the man sitting beside his son momentarily sidetracked by this equally urgent question.
At that, Felix actually laughs, seeming to forget his nerves. "Yes, actually. They're terrifying beasts, but you ought to see them, father - from a long distance."
"I did tell you, Nereus," Terentius chides as he refills his cup.