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Erenthril listened to the Elf’s words for a moment before a small flush of color overcame his cheeks. They did indeed need to know his rank. What else had he been expecting? A free ride? To waltz in? Pffft.
It struck him, though, as highly unusual and rather insipid that the first person on Telath to know his true power, to be the first to hear him declare himself as what he was – beyond a Golden Dragon and a few Elemental Scions that didn’t inhabit this plane – was going to be some complete and random stranger he’d never even seen before at some paltry sign-up booth for an Arcana tournament. He had to grin at that.
“I’m an Archmage,” he glanced up and looked at her. Would she ask for proof? Validation? She’d probably be able to see his vis reserves if she was a mage herself, which could be enough of a hint considering his probably overlapped hers at least a decent ten times over if she was anything less than a Master, but…well? This was indeed somewhat awkward.
Horribly awkward.
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