[The fire flares to life, casting everything nearby in a warm glow. The glasses catch and reflect this luminescence in disjointed fractals, and the amber drink that Thancred uncorks is strongly-scented, something that will properly burn on the way down, reminiscent of whisky. It, too, shines when poured.
Stephenβs lips quirk, as his friend takes away some of the responsibilities of playing host. Heβll let Thancred pour himself as much as he wants, sinking into a chair with dark upholstery, assuming that the man will be kind enough to bring him a glass. If not, heβll just float one over later.]
Hard to know where to begin. So Iβll start with a question β have you ever heard of other Summoned gainingβ¦ [He pauses, brow scrunching. Scarred fingers rap at the armrest.] β¦new memories, practically overnight? Visions of the future, I guess you could technically call them.
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Stephenβs lips quirk, as his friend takes away some of the responsibilities of playing host. Heβll let Thancred pour himself as much as he wants, sinking into a chair with dark upholstery, assuming that the man will be kind enough to bring him a glass. If not, heβll just float one over later.]
Hard to know where to begin. So Iβll start with a question β have you ever heard of other Summoned gainingβ¦ [He pauses, brow scrunching. Scarred fingers rap at the armrest.] β¦new memories, practically overnight? Visions of the future, I guess you could technically call them.