Office #11, Wednesday
Alistair had heard he'd gotten an office last week, that wasn't the problem. It was that he couldn't imagine himself being someone who had one, and so he'd sort of avoided the place just in case this really did wind up being an elaborate welcome-to-the-Grey-Wardens prank. Morrigan already had him thinking it still might be, and he... didn't really want confirmation.
But now he was here, staring in through the doorway. Sure, there were many things he didn't recognise, but he was getting used to the overabundance of magic and buttons around here. It made him wonder if maybe, just maybe, all that overuse might have been what tore the Veil here and brought all this shapeshifting magic in from the Fade...
At least the office seemed real, that was the important bit.
He finally stepped in and shut the door behind him. "Right," he said, "Right, I'm a respectable teacher now."
He didn't really feel convinced.
With a sigh, he finally enacted a quick ritual to cleanse the room of any magic that might be drifting around - hexes, curses, whatever ambient force turned people into ponies, that kind of thing.
Then he reached for the door handle tentatively, gave it a squeeze, and opened his office back up.
Right. Now to pretend he had any idea what he was doing here, really.
[[ open! ]]
But now he was here, staring in through the doorway. Sure, there were many things he didn't recognise, but he was getting used to the overabundance of magic and buttons around here. It made him wonder if maybe, just maybe, all that overuse might have been what tore the Veil here and brought all this shapeshifting magic in from the Fade...
At least the office seemed real, that was the important bit.
He finally stepped in and shut the door behind him. "Right," he said, "Right, I'm a respectable teacher now."
He didn't really feel convinced.
With a sigh, he finally enacted a quick ritual to cleanse the room of any magic that might be drifting around - hexes, curses, whatever ambient force turned people into ponies, that kind of thing.
Then he reached for the door handle tentatively, gave it a squeeze, and opened his office back up.
Right. Now to pretend he had any idea what he was doing here, really.
[[ open! ]]