Re: methos and solas in dc
An excellent philosophical question. [One brow lifted, a wry expression on his face.] Unexpected, for a tavern. [He took a long sip of his beer, grimacing at the taste. It was no Antivan wine, and it wouldn't get him drunk, but it was better than tea and the rough field coffee he and Evelyn had been making in the Hinterlands.
Without much preamble, he continued speaking, utterly at ease with the outrageous statements he made.] But you, like me, were not born to this world. [He said the words casually, easily. There was no accusation or malice in his tone.] The magic clings to you, as though you are a heavy weight against the fabric of the world.