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You don’t know why the darkspawn want you to take the unconscious magister with you and not the bodies of the other mages that litter the chamber. That is, until you think about why the darkspawn might consider corpses a valuable resource. You shudder and decide not to voice that thought to the others.
Instead, you simply grab the magister’s arms. Tarquin snatches up his legs and the four of you head back down the tunnels at a clumsy run, half-carrying and half-dragging the man.
It’s only once you exit the tunnels for the, ah, “fresh” air of the Dock Town breezes that you drop the man unceremoniously on his rear. After all, you want him to wake up—something he doesn’t do until Maevaris gives him a robust zap of magic.
“Where’s Neve?” Tarquin demands as soon as the man looks even slightly conscious. It’s only his instinct to raise a protective hand that stops Mae from zapping him again… or Tarquin from slapping him awake.
Clearly, he knows he’s alone and at your mercy, because he lifts his other hand in surrender. “She’s… at the Grand… Proving Arena,” he says with some difficulty.