[ No hesitation there. Clearly something he's already meditated on. ]
I certainly wouldn't want to be a mage in the South. And all the Northern mages seem to be some degree of bastard. I'm bastard enough having grown up powerless and spat-upon.
[ He straightens his cards. They make a convenient metaphor for: ]
A fellow who always has a good hand never even realizes that there are shitty cards. [ And then he pulls a face, communicating and here they are, the shitty cards. ]
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[ No hesitation there. Clearly something he's already meditated on. ]
I certainly wouldn't want to be a mage in the South. And all the Northern mages seem to be some degree of bastard. I'm bastard enough having grown up powerless and spat-upon.
[ He straightens his cards. They make a convenient metaphor for: ]
A fellow who always has a good hand never even realizes that there are shitty cards. [ And then he pulls a face, communicating and here they are, the shitty cards. ]