( Magus was awfully suspicious of the questions, but his expression remained hidden behind cloth besides the one eye poking out. )
For what purpose do these questions serve?
The voices and static continued, but the figure got his point across. At least he had a name for this yellow mage.
“…And Master?…”
He had a sneaking suspicion. Was he here?
Name . . Does thou mean mine or thine god's I spoke of? Mine name is Magus Veneficus, if that is what intrigued you.
( Magus was awfully suspicious of the questions, but his expression remained hidden behind cloth besides the one eye poking out. )
For what purpose do these questions serve?
Name . . Does thou mean mine or thine god's I spoke of? Mine name is Magus Veneficus, if that is what intrigued you.
That got the masked figure’s attention. Usually, yellow mages would cast a spell to dismember limbs. This one, however, did not.
Whispers were heard as the figure spoke. There were intelligible words within his static-like, garbled speech.
“Name… State it…”
Name . . Does thou mean mine or thine god's I spoke of? Mine name is Magus Veneficus, if that is what intrigued you.