"Yeah," though it wasn't so much agreement as acknowledgement. He didn't feel qualified to voice any dissent; Ezra had been here a hell of a lot longer than him and had a better sense of the way of things here. It just didn't sit right with Duncan to have a problem sitting there and not be working on it in some way.
He'd dig through the old Vahishta's chambers and see what he could find, at least. There had to be something rogues wouldn't have bothered with while they had the run of the place. That was something Duncan could do without attracting any attention, and thus without attracting any danger.
They could bring this up to the other guild leaders once things had settled a little. Or once the greycloaks re-emerged, but he didn't think it was wise to wait that long.
The question made him visibly uncomfortable. He dropped his head, hand buried in his hair. "Yeah, I'm all right," was an almost automatic answer.
He wasn't, though. Not as much as he wanted to think. He'd been unable to sleep until Nix's potion had forced him to. Once that hurdle had been crossed his brain seemed to realize sleep was not dangerous, but he still found it impossible to leave his eyes closed for too long without a bright light to shine through his eyelids and alleviate the darkness. Last night he hadn't dreamed of the Denizen, but he'd dreamed of being confronted by an unseen Something at unexpected turns while going about his life, leaving him unsettled.
There was a brief flicker of panic every time he walked into a dark room, the moment in between opening the door and fumbling on the lights. The church had no light-switches. He was quickly mastering the simple light spell that all magic-users had the ability for.
And he'd become especially sensitive to cold. In equatorial weather, Duncan was wearing long sleeves and two layers, and he was comfortable.
He did not want to risk being cold ever again.
"Think I developed a fear of the dark," he admitted. That one was impossible not to notice, and sounded reasonable enough. He didn't want to say he'd also started realizing he didn't want to let anyone stay down there anymore, and he didn't realize the cold issues on a conscious level. "But it's manageable."
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He'd dig through the old Vahishta's chambers and see what he could find, at least. There had to be something rogues wouldn't have bothered with while they had the run of the place. That was something Duncan could do without attracting any attention, and thus without attracting any danger.
They could bring this up to the other guild leaders once things had settled a little. Or once the greycloaks re-emerged, but he didn't think it was wise to wait that long.
The question made him visibly uncomfortable. He dropped his head, hand buried in his hair. "Yeah, I'm all right," was an almost automatic answer.
He wasn't, though. Not as much as he wanted to think. He'd been unable to sleep until Nix's potion had forced him to. Once that hurdle had been crossed his brain seemed to realize sleep was not dangerous, but he still found it impossible to leave his eyes closed for too long without a bright light to shine through his eyelids and alleviate the darkness. Last night he hadn't dreamed of the Denizen, but he'd dreamed of being confronted by an unseen Something at unexpected turns while going about his life, leaving him unsettled.
There was a brief flicker of panic every time he walked into a dark room, the moment in between opening the door and fumbling on the lights. The church had no light-switches. He was quickly mastering the simple light spell that all magic-users had the ability for.
And he'd become especially sensitive to cold. In equatorial weather, Duncan was wearing long sleeves and two layers, and he was comfortable.
He did not want to risk being cold ever again.
"Think I developed a fear of the dark," he admitted. That one was impossible not to notice, and sounded reasonable enough. He didn't want to say he'd also started realizing he didn't want to let anyone stay down there anymore, and he didn't realize the cold issues on a conscious level. "But it's manageable."