Something about this man's presence pricks at Wrathion's senses. Familiar, yet unfamiliar. Dark magic of some sort, not a warlock however -- something more powerful than that. There's no feeling of fel energy that would mark him recognisably as demonic to Wrathion's sensibilities, but there's certainly nothing of the light here -- nothing like the warm waves of comfort and positivity a priest generates when they cast a spell.
Wrathion's expression stays placid, but his unease continues to run deep. These questions, after all, are leading somewhere. Where?
"What is your interest," he prompts, "in the Beastmaster?"
Better to be direct. He doesn't know this person well enough to gauge if they would lie or not, but regardless whatever they do choose to say will be interesting.
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Something about this man's presence pricks at Wrathion's senses. Familiar, yet unfamiliar. Dark magic of some sort, not a warlock however -- something more powerful than that. There's no feeling of fel energy that would mark him recognisably as demonic to Wrathion's sensibilities, but there's certainly nothing of the light here -- nothing like the warm waves of comfort and positivity a priest generates when they cast a spell.
Wrathion's expression stays placid, but his unease continues to run deep. These questions, after all, are leading somewhere. Where?
"What is your interest," he prompts, "in the Beastmaster?"
Better to be direct. He doesn't know this person well enough to gauge if they would lie or not, but regardless whatever they do choose to say will be interesting.