❝ The bitter end is just a matter of time.
Vaarsuvius had had a stressful day. Coming to new cities alone was difficult—it was part of the reason they generally liked to travel with a party. Leave the mingling and asking for directions to people with a charisma that wasn’t so… abysmal would be putting it gently.
They had spent at least an hour making a fool of themselves asking how to get to their inn, and now that they were there all they wanted to do was get in a bit of light reading to unwind and then trance for the night. They hadn’t recalled using up all of their spell slots that day, but somehow they were all exhausted anyway. Hopefully getting in some rest would help with that.
So wrapped up in their thoughts was the elf that they were startled when they opened the door and saw someone else there. Thinking back, they recalled that there had indeed been talk of roommates. Vaarsuvius didn’t particularly mind roommates, had been in situations that called for them before—they only hoped this one wouldn’t be too much of a nuisance. Even that might be tolerable, they thought, reminiscing with a strange fondness on the last ‘nuisance’ traveling companion they’d had. Whatever happened to him, the elf wondered absently.
Not now, they reprimanded themselves. More pressing matters awaited, such as the enigma of a person in the room. Vaarsuvius didn’t need a detect magic spell to sense the raw power the being practically exuded. As the elf sized up the man, they felt themselves being similarly examined. In this state, deprived of most of their spells and frazzled from a long day, they didn’t think they cut a particularly impressive figure and apprehension knotted in their stomach. Not a good first impression.
They cleared their throat, pushed a stray lock of hair behind their ear, straightened their back. “Greetings,” they said at length. “My name is Vaarsuvius. I suppose that you and I will be staying some time together, yes?” They shifted from foot to foot, wishing someone else was here to make the introductions for them. It seemed not a day went by recently that they did not regret making charisma a dump stat.
Silent. Karna simply analysed Vaarsuvius for some moments, and with that he quickly decided he wasn't a threat. No, if anything... this person was lost. Perhaps in a situation worse than his own, somehow concealed by this town. He could feel it, but not understand exactly.
- "..."
It was more than enough for now, he thought. He'd allow himself to mingle, until he could arrange his memories properly again. He was given this elf's name, but as for his own...
... first, he was not supposed to disclose it. Second... there was no way for him to. All that there was for him was the name of his class, clouded memories about some events of his own life that he could not understand... and that was it. It was like living on as an empty shell.
- "...Lancer."
He finally replied, nodding at the comment that they will be roommates from now on. It was... awkward, to say the least. Karna never had been one for idle conversation, his soul always focused on warfare and his undying loyalty to his previous Masters. He could only wonder for how long his body would resist before disappearing if he did not find a new one (without knowing that this would prove to be no problem in this place), how long until he--
-- magic.
It was low, but there was a chance. Especially considering how he could sense he was not the only magic being here. It was everywhere. So, maybe...
- "... Let me ask you a question. Are you a magus?"
