[Some of the grim resolve fades, or at least ebbs, and for a moment he almost feels a pity for this man. It is one thing to reject the truth and the way, but another to have fallen into the wrong path simply out of ignorance.
His hand goes to his sword the moment his senses begin to tingle.]
Please don't do that. I have not slain you yet; do not give me cause I cannot refuse by weaving your heathen spellwork before me.
[Yes, he can sense it when magic is used. No, he is not a mage himself. No, even he does not know entirely how he is able to do this.]
If I wished you dead, you would already be so. You understand this, yes?
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[Some of the grim resolve fades, or at least ebbs, and for a moment he almost feels a pity for this man. It is one thing to reject the truth and the way, but another to have fallen into the wrong path simply out of ignorance.
His hand goes to his sword the moment his senses begin to tingle.]
Please don't do that. I have not slain you yet; do not give me cause I cannot refuse by weaving your heathen spellwork before me.
[Yes, he can sense it when magic is used. No, he is not a mage himself. No, even he does not know entirely how he is able to do this.]
If I wished you dead, you would already be so. You understand this, yes?