"We were fairly certain that at least some soldiers were tempered, before. I suppose it's possible they could have conscripted normal people as well. But how? And why? Even without their will intact, being tempered doesn't convey any special powers. They wouldn't have fighters, just tempered civilians. And that still doesn't explain how. It seems a poor use of resources, to drag a primal out here just to capture a few farmers."
He takes a slow sip of his tea, goes back to working his boots off until he reveals that, indeed, the straps on his pants are at least in part to hold his socks up. He could fight just as easily naked as a white mage, so he's not particularly concerned about getting comfortable once it's been established that's what they're doing, settling in for the night, or at least for long enough to get warmed up and have their layers dry.
"It seems more likely they were conscripted, but it seems odd that they wouldn't bring more, or close their houses up." Or that there wouldn't be children. He doesn't voice that, though, because he can think of no alternative where he likes the answer to the question of where the children are, and he would like to sleep this evening.
"Can you hear anything on yours?" he says, indicating his linkshell and somewhat changing the subject, "Mine's been static this whole time."
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Date: 2022-02-26 02:54 am (UTC)He takes a slow sip of his tea, goes back to working his boots off until he reveals that, indeed, the straps on his pants are at least in part to hold his socks up. He could fight just as easily naked as a white mage, so he's not particularly concerned about getting comfortable once it's been established that's what they're doing, settling in for the night, or at least for long enough to get warmed up and have their layers dry.
"It seems more likely they were conscripted, but it seems odd that they wouldn't bring more, or close their houses up." Or that there wouldn't be children. He doesn't voice that, though, because he can think of no alternative where he likes the answer to the question of where the children are, and he would like to sleep this evening.
"Can you hear anything on yours?" he says, indicating his linkshell and somewhat changing the subject, "Mine's been static this whole time."