[Belthazar gives Adra a look that states he will not be bullshitted. That doesn't keep him from taking the gem, but he is often very stubborn. Especially when he thinks he's being lied to.]
Don't be foolish. We will need to address the problem and soon.
[What he would give for someone who actually had an ounce of leadership in them. Someone who wasn't wrapped up in the court dances of Silvermoon City. Or, you know, Kael'thas. His dreams of being that leader-- of being a powerful mage in the Kirin Tor, inspiring his people to change-- feel so distant now, and he can barely form the images in his head.
His hands are disturbingly pale and thin; they tremble beneath the worn edges of his robe. He considers declining for a brief moment, but it's already in his hand and he's already in pain. And it will only get worse. Maybe it is bearable now, but given time, he will become a wretch. And given more time, he could actually become Wretched.
His eyes blaze with felfire. Within seconds, he's taken what he needs to stave off the hunger, and there is still some light left in the luminous gem. The urge to drain it dry is still there. It will always be there: that is what makes it an addiction.
The boy lets out a shaky breath, halfway between relief and fear.]
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Don't be foolish. We will need to address the problem and soon.
[What he would give for someone who actually had an ounce of leadership in them. Someone who wasn't wrapped up in the court dances of Silvermoon City. Or, you know, Kael'thas. His dreams of being that leader-- of being a powerful mage in the Kirin Tor, inspiring his people to change-- feel so distant now, and he can barely form the images in his head.
His hands are disturbingly pale and thin; they tremble beneath the worn edges of his robe. He considers declining for a brief moment, but it's already in his hand and he's already in pain. And it will only get worse. Maybe it is bearable now, but given time, he will become a wretch. And given more time, he could actually become Wretched.
His eyes blaze with felfire. Within seconds, he's taken what he needs to stave off the hunger, and there is still some light left in the luminous gem. The urge to drain it dry is still there. It will always be there: that is what makes it an addiction.
The boy lets out a shaky breath, halfway between relief and fear.]