[ therion listens to the tips he asked for, keeping his expression calm and friendly, but inwardly, he could not be more scathing. you have anything you always wanted to do? might be able to here. yeah, right.

that's her whole thing, too, the lady. his eyes drift briefly past amos to find yima among the crowd of new shardbearers before they return, thoughtful, letting her speech replay somewhere in the back of his head. it's - kind of ridiculous, is what it is. he has no illusions about the idea of being anything more than a scuttling parasite, feeding off of others to survive. once a thief, always a thief. a place to stay is just a place to get kicked out of. ]

Huh. [ he glances down at his hand, opens it and closes it in a fist. ] Yeah, I could do a little magic. Not really the scholarly type, but you do what you gotta do.

[ a wildfire spell can keep you warm at night, for example. therion watches the dancing lights go over his head, and for the tiniest moment, he thinks a bit of home.

ugh. ] ...So, harmonize's when you join up with a side, huh? Makes sense. No benefits to just being a third party.

Let me ask you this. [ might as well. ] Why'd you pick this one? If you don't mind. You said it's great, but I'm guessing you didn't really know that day one.