It was a shame Magnostadt was left in tatters… before the tragedy and simultaneous war efforts leading up to the medium’s attack, it was a beautiful country renowned for it’s magic advancements and content people. Little did she know of the horrors beneath the surface but now she never would.
“Ah, you’re one of the magicians…” She didn’t know him particularly, not having been in the area for the start like Kouha. That wasn’t from her own choosing but instead from Lord Kouen’s orders but she knew her country surly played a hand in the ruins. “I heard you put up a valiant effort against Reim’s forces. Magnostadt didn’t deserve the devastation… but the people you’ve protected surly have your gratitude.”
She didn’t know him-and how could she. Shoulders FELL just-slightly. There was no real reason for his anger towards someone who couldn’t tell him from any other magician in Magnostadt. so he huffed, tossing his hair back from his face. “Doron,” he introduced in clipped tones.
Wand at his hip, he played with the chain that connected his piercing to his spiked collar. “You’re from KOU.” It wasn’t a question-merely a statement. At her words, uncertain thoughts slipped through his mind. The PEOPLE he’d protected...who did she mean? The magicians with privilege or those magic-less things he’d so often thrown to their DEATH?
What a morose thought. Of course she didn’t know about THEM.
“No one’s....grateful for anything i’ve done,” he mumbled. “Never done anything for them to be.”
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