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Varis watched the mage’s little display upon his return with some skepticism but that wasn’t much of a concern of his. If the boy was anything to go by, he was just embarrassed and Eris hadn’t trained his mage well enough to remember it wasn’t his place to feel those sorts of things. Varis clicked his tongue in disapproval. Eris was playing far too nicely with this boy but considering his curious indulgences of his other mage, the competent one whatever her name was, Varis couldn’t say he was surprised. Perhaps he had some odd method that produced mages of that other one’s ability. If that was the case, Varis might consider lending the boy over to Eris for training every now and then. Speaking of training...

[color=f7976a]“You may stand.”[/color] Varis told the kneeling mage. [color=f7976a]“When we are out of this ordeal, remind me to have you contact Malek. I don’t feel like hearing nails on a chalkboard but I do need something from my vault.”[/color] Varis sent Eris an inquisitive look when he returned, all bubbling confidence as usual. Whatever his mage told him must have put him in a good mood so Varis would let it slide for now. 

[color=f7976a] “No better time than the present I suppose.”[/color] Varis agreed with Eris and stretched his hand out in tandem with the other, vanishing as his hand made contact. 

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