Part 634: Tharja C

I know you.

You do?

When I still fought for Plegia, we heard all sorts of stories about you. A silver-haired youth with a knowledge of curses and an extraordinary gift for magic. A man guarded by fierce crows so that very few had seen the true extent of his powers.

Oh wow! Now that's a reputation! Yeah, crows always had a thing for me, I guess. Dunno why.

Perhaps you'd be willing to teach a trick or two to a fellow dark mage?

Sure! You want me to cast a death curse on someone?

Someone in camp? Mmm... No. That could be problematic.

Hee hee! Yeah, I guess. Too bad, though. See, 'cause I've got one that makes blood come out your-

Thank you, I get the picture. What's with the smiling, anyway? No one's going to trust you if you're grinning like the village idiot.

Hee hee! Smiling? This is how I always look.

Hardly reassuring. Tell me what you're plotting and I may yet spare you.

Sorry! Nothing sinister over here. I'm just a hale and hearty mage.

Ugh... Hale? Hearty? Have you no respect for our ancient profession? We're supposed to be harbingers of pestilence and famine and doom!

Mm... I love doom.