"I was in a unit of mages who were supplementing the infantry with magic. Doing hexes and all that. We got overrun."
At this moment, he realizes this is the first time he's actually spoken to anyone about what happened that day; several people know he was stabbed, but no one knows the details.
"...I fucked up my barrier, the swordsman was too close. He ran me through." After thinking on it a moment, he rolls over to tug up the hem of his tunic, revealing the scar over his belly.
"A white-haired elf saved me. Dragged me off the field. ...I forget her name."
"Garahel." Colin gives a wistful smile. "Inessa and I were apprentices together. She was always like that, wanting to save everyone. It made sense when she got recruited into the Wardens."
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Perhaps Colin can be forgiven for forgetting this detail, given the shape everyone was in while returning home.
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He frowns.
"I was in a unit of mages who were supplementing the infantry with magic. Doing hexes and all that. We got overrun."
At this moment, he realizes this is the first time he's actually spoken to anyone about what happened that day; several people know he was stabbed, but no one knows the details.
"...I fucked up my barrier, the swordsman was too close. He ran me through." After thinking on it a moment, he rolls over to tug up the hem of his tunic, revealing the scar over his belly.
"A white-haired elf saved me. Dragged me off the field. ...I forget her name."
Feels bad.
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"Was it Inessa?"
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"She had the mabari with her."
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With the anxiety passed, Benedict picks up the hose again and takes a pull from it, remembering its presence and purpose.
"...anyway, I'm better at conjuring barriers again. I couldn't for a while, after that. It was like my body forgot how."