[Minutes stretch by and Adalwolfe finally reappears with a pair of candles, the short fat sort used for mood-lighting in romantic dinner spots. Not that he would call most of Malum romantic with Crowley's tendency towards ridiculous gimmicks, but he's glad the candles are present at any rate.
He has to look around for a moment to actually spot Fenris, seated in a clear space on the floor instead of at any number of the tables that dot the establishment. Sometimes Fenris does things and Adalwolfe has to wonder if it's a Tevinter thing, a slave thing, an elf thing, or just Fenris being weird.]
You know there's tables, right?
[Even so, he plops himself down across from Fenris, facing him, and stands one of the candles on the floor between them. The alright dim lights of the bar seem dimmer down lower, and when Adalwolfe moves his arms he catches the vague glow of the lyrium tattoos on his arms. He's still not certain how to feel about them. They're not a blessing, obviously, considering how they came about, but he can feel the power in them. It's... different than magic, but similar. Fade-touched. But honestly unless a life-or-death sort of fight suddenly breaks out there's no reason for him to know how to use them properly. Still, he may yet ask Fenris more after their magic exercise. If the elf's in any mood for that, anyway.]
Alright, so. This is sort of like a game, only it also teaches you control and finesse.
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He has to look around for a moment to actually spot Fenris, seated in a clear space on the floor instead of at any number of the tables that dot the establishment. Sometimes Fenris does things and Adalwolfe has to wonder if it's a Tevinter thing, a slave thing, an elf thing, or just Fenris being weird.]
You know there's tables, right?
[Even so, he plops himself down across from Fenris, facing him, and stands one of the candles on the floor between them. The alright dim lights of the bar seem dimmer down lower, and when Adalwolfe moves his arms he catches the vague glow of the lyrium tattoos on his arms. He's still not certain how to feel about them. They're not a blessing, obviously, considering how they came about, but he can feel the power in them. It's... different than magic, but similar. Fade-touched. But honestly unless a life-or-death sort of fight suddenly breaks out there's no reason for him to know how to use them properly. Still, he may yet ask Fenris more after their magic exercise. If the elf's in any mood for that, anyway.]
Alright, so. This is sort of like a game, only it also teaches you control and finesse.
[Adalwolfe leans back on his hands to observe.]
Light the candle with magic.