[ Anders considers that hand for a moment, before he actually decides to take it. Not because he's hesitant, or judging, but because it's just another one of those awfully rare and incredibly novel things that one certainly wouldn't encounter in the normal course of things, where he's from. Just a random stranger, making a deal with a mage. Almost as if he's an equal.
His hand is warm, but no more than it should be, naturally. If there was any flame there at all, one wouldn't know it from just a touch. ]
Not at all. The more the merrier, that's what I say.
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His hand is warm, but no more than it should be, naturally. If there was any flame there at all, one wouldn't know it from just a touch. ]
Not at all. The more the merrier, that's what I say.