[ Koltira's leaning against a fence when Meallan approaches, drumming his fingers restlessly against the wood. He's not sure about this. He's not sure about any of these engagements, to be frank. They're risky, given how much pain he's in. Given how close he feels to the precipice of his madness. But he's convinced himself that there's merit in taking on students, in sparring and teaching. These sessions might not satisfy his curse, but they are a distraction.
Albeit a dangerous one. ]
What do you want of me, Meallan?
[ He eyes the other man. He can sense new magic in his body, likely a result of that fresh new arm Meallan's sporting. Koltira jerks his head towards it. ]
no subject
Albeit a dangerous one. ]
What do you want of me, Meallan?
[ He eyes the other man. He can sense new magic in his body, likely a result of that fresh new arm Meallan's sporting. Koltira jerks his head towards it. ]
A test?