"Thanks. If I had known I was traveling to a different world I would have at least made myself a breakfast." He's borrowin from the Eliot school of thought: try to be flippant about things even if you're a giant mess of 'what the fuck?' inside. It's not the world thing that's jostling him, it's just that this place isn't exactly Fillory.
The inn is nice, though. And so's this guy who's helping him -- what's his name? Shit, he really did just wander in and trust the first person he saw, huh? In his defense, there were people in armor attacking him just for doing stuff with smoke rings. Quentin already feels in over his head, and it's sad how that's become par for the course. Once he takes the tankard of ale in his hands and takes a sip (shit, that's nearly Fillorian), he offers a thin, humourless smile.
"I am Dorian Pavus. And I wish the circumstances had been different for our meeting." He sips the ale, wrinkles his nose and sighs, taking another sip. It'll get...easier the more he drinks it, surely. It's all they can afford and he needs alcohol right about now. But oh what he wouldn't give for a nice Orlesian wine.
"I'm sure you have questions. I'll do my best to tell you everything I know. That is if you don't mind me asking questions of my own?"
Quentin nods, mouth full of ale. He hasn't made face at all--it's strangely comforting that all high fantasy ale is essentially the same--and he pushes his hair out of his face with one hand.
"Quid pro quo. What am I--the energy, it's different. What am I drawing from when I cast?"
Dorian's silver-green eyes shift around the Tavern a moment to make sure that no one is listening in on them or watching them. It's not as if he doesn't just scream Tevinter Mage on his own. Staves usually meant magic was sure to follow. He clears his throat and tries to think of a layman's way to describe things. If he ever doubted (and he didn't) that the other man was from another world, he certainly knew for certain now.
"Right, uhm, well, mages draw their power from what we call the Fade, which is a spiritual realm parallel to our own. It's where spirits and demons reside. Which is why it makes things a little more dangerous for those of us with magic. And you should be made aware that with the use of magic comes the potential for possession from a demon. So if you start having dreams of speaking to one, always say No. There's usually a catch and they will almost always end up turning you into an abomination."
Quentin nods absently. Drawing from something called the Fade--whatever it is--it seems like simple quantum mechanics. The physics are the same, at least. It's the last part that gives him pause.
Demon.
Possession, that's--well. Technically something Quentin has experience with, but his brow furrows as the other continues. It sounds more like a Adam and Eve situation, a classic faustian deal. The literary nerd in him is going nuts.
"Right. Until I can find a way to get back, say no to drugs." Speaking of:
"This is a shot in the dark, but, uh--have you seen any...keys...around?" He's very aware he sounds stupid. Why he cares with someone he just met, he's not sure.
"Keys? I think you'll have to be more specific. I assume you mean of a magical variety or perhaps some kind of relic?" He sips his ale, grimaces a little and drinks again. It is getting easier. He swears it.
"Also, if you haven't noticed, people tend to not really like or trust mages much and many people want us either dead, tranquil or in cages. I'd prefer neither. So I, well, we would be considered Apostates." He says, voice lowered a bit.
"We pose a significant threat to those without magic, and many only see us for the idea we could become a potential conduit for demons. Even if many of us take it very, very seriously and train ourselves NOT to be possessed. Most simply see it as safer not to give us that chance to prove them wrong. So we have to be careful." Nevermind the fact that Dorian isn't exactly subtle.
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The inn is nice, though. And so's this guy who's helping him -- what's his name? Shit, he really did just wander in and trust the first person he saw, huh? In his defense, there were people in armor attacking him just for doing stuff with smoke rings. Quentin already feels in over his head, and it's sad how that's become par for the course. Once he takes the tankard of ale in his hands and takes a sip (shit, that's nearly Fillorian), he offers a thin, humourless smile.
"I'm Quentin, by the way. You're...?"
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"I'm sure you have questions. I'll do my best to tell you everything I know. That is if you don't mind me asking questions of my own?"
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"Quid pro quo. What am I--the energy, it's different. What am I drawing from when I cast?"
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"Right, uhm, well, mages draw their power from what we call the Fade, which is a spiritual realm parallel to our own. It's where spirits and demons reside. Which is why it makes things a little more dangerous for those of us with magic. And you should be made aware that with the use of magic comes the potential for possession from a demon. So if you start having dreams of speaking to one, always say No. There's usually a catch and they will almost always end up turning you into an abomination."
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Demon.
Possession, that's--well. Technically something Quentin has experience with, but his brow furrows as the other continues. It sounds more like a Adam and Eve situation, a classic faustian deal. The literary nerd in him is going nuts.
"Right. Until I can find a way to get back, say no to drugs." Speaking of:
"This is a shot in the dark, but, uh--have you seen any...keys...around?" He's very aware he sounds stupid. Why he cares with someone he just met, he's not sure.
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"Also, if you haven't noticed, people tend to not really like or trust mages much and many people want us either dead, tranquil or in cages. I'd prefer neither. So I, well, we would be considered Apostates." He says, voice lowered a bit.
"We pose a significant threat to those without magic, and many only see us for the idea we could become a potential conduit for demons. Even if many of us take it very, very seriously and train ourselves NOT to be possessed. Most simply see it as safer not to give us that chance to prove them wrong. So we have to be careful." Nevermind the fact that Dorian isn't exactly subtle.