It was almost funny how the two of them were similar but also opposites - Vaden loved hearing himself talk, and would typically speak with a rather grandiose sense of self. If he were home he could even lean on the handful of kings and dukes he's saved the lives of, working for the High King of the Daggerfall Covenant, the list could go on and on. Titles like that meant nothing here, though, and he was a stranger in a strange land. His authority was nonexistent here, and he felt like he had none of his magic to back him up.
He, on the other hand, was more than used to diplomacy - it was what he was bred to do and how he'd been raised, even if he was the most useless of all of his family's brood. No matter his position in the hierarchy of the Tharys family he was still one of them and he had been taught all of the things low nobility were and, well, over the course of his travels he'd met so many people that had challenged his own prejudices he'd learned quickly to keep his mouth shut in many situations. It was a lesson this irritating child before him clearly needed. He'd run into plenty of children who hadn't had the rearing he'd had and they were all much more pleasant than this.
Regardless, watching her try to struggle though the attempt of being the absolute worst example of nice someone could muster was amusing to him. He couldn't help the quirk to the corner of his lips that formed a cruel little smirk as she forced her way through her explanation, though it didn't last and his face soon returned back to its usual hard expression. His discontent was clear enough, though he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of wailing and throwing himself into grief (if that was what she hoped for).
The news was bothersome - he'd gone through all of that hard work to create a temporary alliance between the three warring factions so that they could stop Molag Bal and the planemeld and all of that had been, apparently, for nothing. Not to mention his friends acquaintances were now supposedly gone, and that made him feel a certain way. He believed her in this, at least, and wouldn't push back on it.
"I rather doubt that things are as bleak as you make them sound," he started. He wouldn't be brought down by this revelation - not when there were so many kinds of magic that existed. Besides, no matter how he felt, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. "There are a myriad magicks out there; one will surely restore such lost worlds." Or rewind time enough that he could warn the Mage's Guild and they could work to stop this happening.
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He, on the other hand, was more than used to diplomacy - it was what he was bred to do and how he'd been raised, even if he was the most useless of all of his family's brood. No matter his position in the hierarchy of the Tharys family he was still one of them and he had been taught all of the things low nobility were and, well, over the course of his travels he'd met so many people that had challenged his own prejudices he'd learned quickly to keep his mouth shut in many situations. It was a lesson this irritating child before him clearly needed. He'd run into plenty of children who hadn't had the rearing he'd had and they were all much more pleasant than this.
Regardless, watching her try to struggle though the attempt of being the absolute worst example of nice someone could muster was amusing to him. He couldn't help the quirk to the corner of his lips that formed a cruel little smirk as she forced her way through her explanation, though it didn't last and his face soon returned back to its usual hard expression. His discontent was clear enough, though he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of wailing and throwing himself into grief (if that was what she hoped for).
The news was bothersome - he'd gone through all of that hard work to create a temporary alliance between the three warring factions so that they could stop Molag Bal and the planemeld and all of that had been, apparently, for nothing. Not to mention his friends acquaintances were now supposedly gone, and that made him feel a certain way. He believed her in this, at least, and wouldn't push back on it.
"I rather doubt that things are as bleak as you make them sound," he started. He wouldn't be brought down by this revelation - not when there were so many kinds of magic that existed. Besides, no matter how he felt, he wouldn't give her the satisfaction. "There are a myriad magicks out there; one will surely restore such lost worlds." Or rewind time enough that he could warn the Mage's Guild and they could work to stop this happening.