( And that is an interesting theory, to be sure. The discomfort melts away from Urianger's expression as he engages the academic part of his brain over the motional one, setting his feelings aside with ease for the sake of pursuing this thread of knowledge. The fact that the undead rat appeared at the site of the disturbance lends weight to Thancred's idea: a taint plaguing the very earth, or perhaps tainting the magics that move through the earth, corrupting all with which it would come into contact. )
Aye ...
( Soft, thoughtful. But he's heard this before, hasn't he? )
Dost thou recall Himeka's trouble in Coerthas? A man-made corruption β the life's work of a young Xaela woman and her suffering ...
( His brow furrows. t had been difficult to see the bigger picture, lost as he's been in with his own demons, but it seems Thancred has somehow managed to nudge him back into familiar territory mby mere virtue of a simple conversation. )
Thou art of the opinion that Abraxas is under attack?
( The server returns and sets their drinks down before them. Urianger barely notices; he sits with a hand curled in front of his mouth as he tries to puzzle out what the implications of such a theory would mean, and just how much more "field work" they might need to do in order to get a definitive answer. To jump straight to the conclusion that the corruption is the result of an intentional effort would be baseless at the moment, it's true, but Urianger isn't willing to rule anything out just yet. )
I shall alter the course of mine own studies to further explore thy theory. 'Tis the very least I can do, as recompense for my inaction and absence.
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( And that is an interesting theory, to be sure. The discomfort melts away from Urianger's expression as he engages the academic part of his brain over the motional one, setting his feelings aside with ease for the sake of pursuing this thread of knowledge. The fact that the undead rat appeared at the site of the disturbance lends weight to Thancred's idea: a taint plaguing the very earth, or perhaps tainting the magics that move through the earth, corrupting all with which it would come into contact. )
Aye ...
( Soft, thoughtful. But he's heard this before, hasn't he? )
Dost thou recall Himeka's trouble in Coerthas? A man-made corruption β the life's work of a young Xaela woman and her suffering ...
( His brow furrows. t had been difficult to see the bigger picture, lost as he's been in with his own demons, but it seems Thancred has somehow managed to nudge him back into familiar territory mby mere virtue of a simple conversation. )
Thou art of the opinion that Abraxas is under attack?
( The server returns and sets their drinks down before them. Urianger barely notices; he sits with a hand curled in front of his mouth as he tries to puzzle out what the implications of such a theory would mean, and just how much more "field work" they might need to do in order to get a definitive answer. To jump straight to the conclusion that the corruption is the result of an intentional effort would be baseless at the moment, it's true, but Urianger isn't willing to rule anything out just yet. )
I shall alter the course of mine own studies to further explore thy theory. 'Tis the very least I can do, as recompense for my inaction and absence.