@Rail: His offer?
BTW, I have no problems with you speaking for my characters, especially Void, as long as you don’t mess up

But I haven’t a complaint this time, so good job.
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The blast stopped, and Virdel took a few deep breaths, and returned, albeit shakily, to his feet. By now, his long white hair had fallen over his face, and he brushed it somewhat out of his vision, looking back to Magus. "Faithful pet, no? Does it get treats for fighting for you?" Virdel grinned again. "Now, before I answer any question for you, where are my weapons." Virdel's expression quickly turned from amusement to impatience.
Virdel’s assertion of not only Thryn, but yet another person in the room hangs in the air.
Magus replies to his latter statement, ignoring the revelation for now. “Unlike you, drow, people do things for me out of respect, not just profit. It’s called friendship; a foreign concept to you, I’m sure,” Magus retorts with a frown, completely ignoring Virdel’s mental offer. People like Virdel disgusted him. Such arrogant boastfulness quickly got on his nerves. Unfortunately, it was a common trait amongst the fools he was forced to deal with on a daily basis, not least among them the Cowled Wizards. Still unaccustomed to shielding his psionics after a decade of being relatively secluded, his disgust is felt by everyone in the room.
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You’re projecting again.- Void reminds him.
Magus sighs inwardly. He had to remain focused. He had to control the powers, not let them run wild.
He continues. “As for your weapons, do not be foolish. Until you prove your trustworthiness, you’ll get no favors from me. And as of now, I’m afraid you have a long way to go.” This time his voice is cold and emotionless, revealing nothing, and mirroring his expression. Magus turns away from Virdel, dismissing him for the moment. He had no desire for verbal sparring presently.
“You mentioned that Lazal’s power grew as the battle progressed.” Magus says, addressing Xandax and Faisal, his features still a stone mask. “The reason was he was merely toying with you. I had a glimpse of his powers. For whatever reason, concealment perhaps, or maybe just his amusement, he was only revealing but a fraction of his power. He could have razed the tavern if the mood struck him. Consider yourself fortunate that it did not.”
“The protections he erected were not divine, I can assure you of that. Most likely just a common protection spell. He doesn’t seem the type to strain himself unduly.” Magus lets the implications of that sink in.
"Why do you want to know all of this, Mage?" Faisal asks, breaking the silence. “Also, could you get rid of that pathetic blimp over your head with the red eyes. It is ugly looking and giving me a headache.”
Speak for yourself, worm. comes a sinister, spidery thought.
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Void, try not to antagonize our guests, except, perhaps, for that overconfident drow. He, like most of his kind, would benefit from a little pride reduction.- Magus tells the hakeashar telepathically. Void’s eyes flare eagerly at the permission, no request, to torment the uppity little mortal.
Thryn steps out of the shadows. “That hakeshar can read minds, I can feel it. Best be careful,” he says solemnly.
Correct, little elf. The voice in his mind is like a whisper. A faint feeling of amusement is woven into the words.
“Yes, he is a hakeashar, and my familiar. Though Void is a creature of darkness, like our drow here, judge not by heritage alone.” Virdel, mentally snorting, catches the double meaning in his words. “And like me, he is adept in the art of psionics.”
Magus then addresses the first question. “As I said before, I wish to keep the current guild war from getting out of hand. Lazal is only one of many players in this deadly game of chess. Perhaps he isn’t even the most powerful. Regardless, one must know his enemies, lest they catch him unaware. And, as I understand, none of you have reason to be fond of this man. One of my goals is to find out what he’s up to, and stop him if necessary. I already know from other contacts that he has ties with the Cowled Wizards. They fear him, as would be expected.”
“Apparently, though, none of you knows any more than I do about Lazal. Either that or you don’t care to tell me. No matter. Lazal is important, but not paramount. I have a task for each of you, if you care to accept. I need to find out what’s going on within the guilds themselves. I need spies, if you will. All of you but the drow are newcomers to Athkatla, which suits my purposes perfectly.”
Magus looks at Faisal and Xandax. “The Black Helm is my main concern. I have a few old friends in the Cowled Wizards and the Shadow Thieves. But the Black Helm has risen only recently, and I know little of them. I ask you two to join the guild, together or separately, and gather information. You are skilled fighters, so I’m sure gaining entrance would not be a problem.”
Next he turns to Thryn. “I would have you join the Shadow Thieves. Getting accepted will be a little more difficult, but nothing some guile and a show of skill wouldn’t solve.”
Magus’s gaze encompasses them all once more. “I don’t ask you necessarily to betray the guild you join. My current aim is assessing the situation, no more. Do your task well, and your reward shall be a fine one, indeed. If gold is your desire, I have plenty of that, though it is easy enough to come by in Athkatla. Perhaps more worth your effort is a few of the many magical trinkets I’ve created and acquired throughout my life. Finally, you’ll have gained an influential friend in a city where friends can be hard to come by. That in itself is something to think about.” Magus pauses.
“Any more questions? You don’t have to make your decision now, if you choose. I’ll be around the city, finding out what I can through other means. The offer will stand for a few more days, if you want to seek me out.”
Virdel wonders suspiciously what Magus is up to. Why had the mage brought him here to listen to this?
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@all: What do you guys think? I figured our little conversation was going nowhere fast, so I added a little mercenary appeal.
I regret that huge stretches of dialogue aren't exactly my strongpoint. Hopefully I didn't bore you all TOO much
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