"Out of reach." Symon mused. He supposed it was close enough to safe that a cell would get. He was tired enough that his eyes ached, trying to figure out deal with the illusions and the low-level chaos it had been sowing through his normally painfully regimented unit. But he didn't slump, didn't rub at his tired eyes, instead, kept his focus on the man before him. It was a gut feeling, and assumption he was making, but he just felt that his unassuming man before him either knew about the mage, or was the mage. He seriously doubted that any of the rough soldiers they had captured could even read, let alone perform powerful magics.
"Is that why you've been making our life hellish?" He asked, bluntly. "Out of reach is almost like being safe?"
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Date: 2017-03-15 02:14 pm (UTC)"Is that why you've been making our life hellish?" He asked, bluntly. "Out of reach is almost like being safe?"