[He repeats, indignant if only because epitomizing all he's just experienced into a "disturbance" feels insulting, though through no fault of Kieran's own.
Louis stands to his full height, sword held by the hilt; his stance might be a little wobbly, but he manages all the same to straighten his shoulders and look at the others with some manner of pride. A part of him... simply wants to set upon them with an attack, and maybe if his mind was still magla-addled, his body bursting to the brim with it, he'd do so. Even now, more even-keeled, it is tempting.
But he doesn't. Not yet. Assessment first.]
What you and yours sensed, no doubt, was a surge of magla. For what reason I have been brought here because of it, however, I cannot say. Indeed, I cannot even say where here is — which part of Euchronia is this?
[This place seems rather. Well. Hypogean. The opposite of where he last was.]
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[He repeats, indignant if only because epitomizing all he's just experienced into a "disturbance" feels insulting, though through no fault of Kieran's own.
Louis stands to his full height, sword held by the hilt; his stance might be a little wobbly, but he manages all the same to straighten his shoulders and look at the others with some manner of pride. A part of him... simply wants to set upon them with an attack, and maybe if his mind was still magla-addled, his body bursting to the brim with it, he'd do so. Even now, more even-keeled, it is tempting.
But he doesn't. Not yet. Assessment first.]
What you and yours sensed, no doubt, was a surge of magla. For what reason I have been brought here because of it, however, I cannot say. Indeed, I cannot even say where here is — which part of Euchronia is this?
[This place seems rather. Well. Hypogean. The opposite of where he last was.]