"Antimagic fields would seem to be the only potentially safe way to stay close enough to observe the Disciple's actions," Thorn muses.
Something about the priest's reaction niggles at her, and she can't quite pin it down. It certainly wasn't guilt. It wasn't her job to protect a whole bleeding nation from the ruin it brought down on its own head! She wasn't some silver-armored hero out of storybooks...she was a professional. An operative. She'd come with a specific objective and...and that was that.
Damnit.
"Sylvie," she said slowly. "How big can a field like that be?" She paused and added, "How much of the city could we realistically protect like that?"
Something about the priest's reaction niggles at her, and she can't quite pin it down. It certainly wasn't guilt. It wasn't her job to protect a whole bleeding nation from the ruin it brought down on its own head! She wasn't some silver-armored hero out of storybooks...she was a professional. An operative. She'd come with a specific objective and...and that was that.
Damnit.
"Sylvie," she said slowly. "How big can a field like that be?" She paused and added, "How much of the city could we realistically protect like that?"