“Well, look at you, mister mayor,” the nymph grins approvingly, eyes taking note of the little details of the necromancer’s outfit. He accepts the scarf with a sheepish smile, wrapping it around his neck easily and humming a the warmth. The nymph’s already got three layers on, but Esmond did have a point. So he grabs his only pair of gloves from inside a chest of drawers that sat right outside where the coat room door is at before both of them head out.
“Ah.. wow,” Kieran sighs, noticing the gentle fall of snow, and the very subtle dome over the area which protected them from the blizzard.
As he stepped out, he looked up. He could see the barrier himself, but to most it would be nigh invisible, except for the wall of storm just beyond. The wind had started to howl through the forest as the blizzard outside the village picked up. With a snap of his fingers, the sound was muffled. “Barrier magic is an ancient thing, only younger than healing magic. Millenia have been spent on fine-tuning it, and I’ve spent several of my own centuries studying it and it alone.” He wasn’t the foremost expert on it. There were older beings, fae, demons, gods, and otherwise. They had a better grasp than he, but he was one of the few humans who had put in enough time to qualify as an expert. “Assigning a barrier to a power source is useful. That takes decades to learn. Muffling sound and letting a small part of an exterior storm come through? Vanity, both. Still decades to figure out.”
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