‘ you use elven techniques when you cast, did you know? ’ fellenaste’s hands light up a soft blue as he probes with his magic at a cut on xerxes’s arm . the other members of their little expedition — soldiers whose names he keeps forgetting — finish cleaning up the remnants of the fight, piling bodies to be burned. a strange burial custom, but what does he know? ‘ my keeper uses a lot of the same spells when she fights. ’
@not-born-heroes / fellenaste & xerxes











