He can't quite repress a groan of angry frustration, but on the heels of it he says, "You haven't done anything wrong, but that's a problem. You're not safe and we need to move."
Where, is the problem. The tower is his sanctum but it's ultimately the property of the city, beholden to the Septarion. (Who may not be involved at all - there are certainly enough power-hungry mages with their own agendas - but he can't take that chance.) He can't go to Patia or Cerrit, at least not yet; Nydas and Quay can't house a potential fugitive; the Oracles are kind but not particularly intimidating...
"...Do you know if you're claustrophobic?" He's already steering him, very gently, towards the direction they'll need if this plan doesn't blow up in his face immediately.
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Where, is the problem. The tower is his sanctum but it's ultimately the property of the city, beholden to the Septarion. (Who may not be involved at all - there are certainly enough power-hungry mages with their own agendas - but he can't take that chance.) He can't go to Patia or Cerrit, at least not yet; Nydas and Quay can't house a potential fugitive; the Oracles are kind but not particularly intimidating...
"...Do you know if you're claustrophobic?" He's already steering him, very gently, towards the direction they'll need if this plan doesn't blow up in his face immediately.