“I’m impressed. The Wardens have banished much of the leftover blight.” He smiles at the larger man, not wanting him to feel awkward but still compelled to say something. “Thank you.”

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“A Grey Warden? No shit,” Eirwyn raises his brows in surprise. He had seen Wardens in passing, but he had never had to chance to speak to someone from the order himself. It made sense now why Asa wasn’t overly concerned about admitting his magic. Grey Warden mages were not considered apostates. +

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*floats into the room with a gentle buzzing sound, emitting a soft blue glow, then glides closer and hovers above the nearest person's shoulder as if to say "hello"* #darp

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*wraps a few more filaments around the doll's middle, attempting to lift the object from the mage's hand but it's too heavy, buzzing plaintively as the doll refuses to budge* <can't. can't! help?>

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*chirps in delight, darting over to examine the half-finished potholder* <pretty! griffon? what is?> *follows as the kind mage reaches for something else, flickering with excitement* <dolly?> *hums softly, reaching out with a filament to lift a strand of the doll's hair* <keep? have? can?> +

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