Tolten didn't quite know how to respond to the assurance that he was missed. If only for the simple reason that the few people he considered 'friends' were so far away from Uhra as to probably not even be aware he was missing.
"Oh? Really? Well, technically we didn't have magic until about thirty years ago ourselves. Not in any practical application, just naturally. And apparently there were a race of people who could access the natural magical energy inherent in...er...nature." At least he could speak freely on the theory of magic! "But of course, another time I'd be happy to tell you all about. Despite my lack of ability, I did train for a very long time." And under what was arguably the most brilliant sorcerer to ever grace Tolten's world.
And once it again it looked as though Tolten had little choice but to return to his role as a follower. Naturally, this was where he was inclined. He knew this full well. Despite being born to an ancient and royal line, he was hardly a leader. And certainly he had learned how to step up and how to take command, but only in his own country. Here he may as well be back in the sewers with the Balmores. But a part of him resented and hated that. He should be able to take command, take a stand, do something!
"Ah, we're garnering looks...." Tolten warned, making a gentle quieting motion with his hand. The military nurses were watching. "I'll have to read the missives on the board more closely. I'm still trying to grasp just what precisely is going on! But I'm glad to see there is organization." And he did have skills, as long as someone could put a weapon in his hand. And needed a knight. Perhaps for those supposed creatures that came out at night....
"And lending strength to those who have founded resistance pockets is far better than sitting about bemoaning our fate!"
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Tolten didn't quite know how to respond to the assurance that he was missed. If only for the simple reason that the few people he considered 'friends' were so far away from Uhra as to probably not even be aware he was missing.
"Oh? Really? Well, technically we didn't have magic until about thirty years ago ourselves. Not in any practical application, just naturally. And apparently there were a race of people who could access the natural magical energy inherent in...er...nature." At least he could speak freely on the theory of magic! "But of course, another time I'd be happy to tell you all about. Despite my lack of ability, I did train for a very long time." And under what was arguably the most brilliant sorcerer to ever grace Tolten's world.
And once it again it looked as though Tolten had little choice but to return to his role as a follower. Naturally, this was where he was inclined. He knew this full well. Despite being born to an ancient and royal line, he was hardly a leader. And certainly he had learned how to step up and how to take command, but only in his own country. Here he may as well be back in the sewers with the Balmores. But a part of him resented and hated that. He should be able to take command, take a stand, do something!
"Ah, we're garnering looks...." Tolten warned, making a gentle quieting motion with his hand. The military nurses were watching. "I'll have to read the missives on the board more closely. I'm still trying to grasp just what precisely is going on! But I'm glad to see there is organization." And he did have skills, as long as someone could put a weapon in his hand. And needed a knight. Perhaps for those supposed creatures that came out at night....
"And lending strength to those who have founded resistance pockets is far better than sitting about bemoaning our fate!"