"There's where you're wrong," Anders beamed. "I'm not having children."
He never fancied himself the ~father type particularly with the whole on-the-run thing and mages unable to properly procreate in the Circle without Templars getting their grubby little fingers into it. It wasn't the most pleasant of thoughts, but Anders knew how to threw a smile on even when it should hurt.
"There's the magic, easy access robes~" He sang. "And of course never being able to live your own life, free from oppression, but we can't all have what we want, right?"
He was glad for the beer, cold and comfortable no matter what dimension he was in. He wrapped his hands around the mug, keeping it cool with the slightest bit of magic from his palms, and drank. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the scary burly men and they were watching back.
"If they're thinking of hiring us, they should be warned that you're a masochist and I have standards. I vote you tell them," He pointed to the group casually.
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He never fancied himself the ~father type particularly with the whole on-the-run thing and mages unable to properly procreate in the Circle without Templars getting their grubby little fingers into it. It wasn't the most pleasant of thoughts, but Anders knew how to threw a smile on even when it should hurt.
"There's the magic, easy access robes~" He sang. "And of course never being able to live your own life, free from oppression, but we can't all have what we want, right?"
He was glad for the beer, cold and comfortable no matter what dimension he was in. He wrapped his hands around the mug, keeping it cool with the slightest bit of magic from his palms, and drank. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the scary burly men and they were watching back.
"If they're thinking of hiring us, they should be warned that you're a masochist and I have standards. I vote you tell them," He pointed to the group casually.