Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20180109050017/@comment-28358106-20180226024631

(S9/Maria/final post for this group) Thomas returns the stern, appraising look to Markel. The old mage makes his emotions paint a picture in the back of his mind, but he can't tell what it is. A chill runs through him, and he gets the impression that the two of them share a connection. It is an impression that, this time, he pays attention to.

Dread shrouds his mind.

"Maria," he says, not unkindly, hiding his emotions with professional acumen, "Thank you again for your help. If you would come by my home after the fair, I'll give you your assessment for application to the hospital.  If you could, please, find Regina and the others, and she'll take you home and you can wait for me there."

He doesn't wait for her response. With a kind pat on her shoulder, he heads towards Markel, then stands in front of him.

For a moment, he contemplates using sorcery to see straight to the core of who, or what, Markel really is. The mage would notice, of course, thus corrupting whatever chance he would have of clandestine investigation. Markel can no doubt sense that Thomas has power, but Thomas, needing no medium, hides it well. Best left to chance, he thinks. Best left to find out on my own. It's not as if I can hide it forever, anyway. Healing Jorge hid nothing.

He idly wondered how far off the day was when he would have nothing left to hide. Dragged, bare and sprawling, before the reality that his arcanum had left him entirely. His candle burned quickly, but he would not know how quickly until the light disappeared.

It is several seconds before he speaks.

"Is there something I can do for you?"