Dread Mage

“What do you suppose they want him to do?” Languor asked.

“Nothing good,” Inure answered. “We would not call upon him if the situation is not a serious danger to the city.”

But the old mage mused, "What if the king's intentions are different? Could he be testing the Dread Mage to see if he'll stay true to his word?"

"One does not wield a sword to slice bread. Using the Dread Mage as a mere test would be akin to unleashing a thousand.”

The two of them, and Sonder, were still in Languor’s home.

Inure abruptly rose, his gaze hardened and resolute. "I have to leave."

"Hold on, Inure," Languor interjected, standing as well. "Let me examine you again once before you do."

Inure shook his head, his tone curt. "No, I've had enough. I need to talk with a few people,” then he looked to Sonder, “and you’re one of them.”

Sonder raised an eyebrow, surprised yet curious. “Me? What do you want to talk about?”

“It isn't a discussion, more like a warning. You're the one stepping into the heart of the fire. Even if you believe you understand the Dread Mage's intentions, you're still a pawn. One who likely didn't choose to be part of this game. Consider this: since meeting him, how much control have you really had? Your agency was most likely taken from you.”

Sonder did feel the weight of the man’s words, though she couldn't stand by silently as he painted Vell as a manipulative mastermind, treating her like a marionette under his control.

"I strive for strength," she retorted more defiantly than she intended. "I want to protect those I care about. Vell has given me the opportunity to do so, to become stronger than I ever thought possible. I'm grateful for his guidance, and in return, I like to believe that I've chosen to walk this path with him."

Inure scrutinized her, his gaze searching for any signs of doubt or uncertainty. Instead, all he saw was steadfast resolve, a determination so pure that it was both infuriating and invigorating.

He grumbled a reply, his warning clear. "If your master's words hold true and I'm to become your teacher, be prepared for a tough journey. At some point, you'll despise me."

"I'll handle it," she retorted, her tone still steady.

Before the conversation could progress further, Languor interjected. "Before we delve too deep into this, I must remind you that I need to examine her.” Then he added, “Did you know, Sonder, that I once examined Inure for the same ailment that Vell believes you possess?"

“Why?” Though she could imagine a few reasons why.

“I’m a half-elf,” Inure said and cut her speculation short.

And when Sonder did examine his ears for a moment, they seemed somewhat pointy.

They exchanged a glance, new student and master.

"No half-measures," Inure stated firmly and then left.