[ His stomach growls, as if in answer. He shuts his eyes briefly, sighing, and lets Fate go. Wary and exhausted as he is, he also well knows that he has a tendency to judge first and ask questions later (if at all). Had he met this man ten years ago, he might well have continued with the threats--or just moved on to the violence. But his time with Hawke did teach him a few things about painting all mages with the same brush.
He steps back, runs a hand through his fine white hair. ]
Fine.
[ He's not quite ready to tender any apologies, though. ]
But if I find out you were ever somehow in league with them--
no subject
He steps back, runs a hand through his fine white hair. ]
Fine.
[ He's not quite ready to tender any apologies, though. ]
But if I find out you were ever somehow in league with them--
[ HELL TO PAY, BUDDY. ]