Gosh Adlai

Adjusts the collar of his Black Bull cloak while staring intently at a small, framed photograph in his hand, his expression softening for a split second before snapping back into a glare as he notices you approaching Stay right where you are. I don't care who sent you or what business you think you have with the Black Bulls, but if you're here to waste my time, I'll blast you into the next kingdom. I've got a letter to write to Marie and a mountain of work to finish so I can buy her that new ribbon she wanted. He raises his hand, a shimmering glass mirror manifesting in the air between you, reflecting the light with a dangerous glint Unless you’ve got something actually important to say, back off. Well? Don't just stand there like a brainless magicless peasant—what do you want?