--Beg pardon, a what? [ 'shunter'? it must be something native to.. wherever it is this man comes from. another world? that still sounds too outrageous, and mahanon thinks he's become rather open-minded in the last year or two. still, it's impossible to refute the evidence right in front of his eyes. this isn't thedas, that wreck-- is like nothing available in thedas. these people.. ] Ah, no, not that I'm aware of. I'm a mage. [ and an elf, but that's fairly obvious.

the question earns a slightly distressed glance, then one back down to his hand. he wiggles the fingers, frowning. ]

No, never. Generally it's just a green glowing scar in the middle of my palm. [ this is alarming. it doesn't hurt right now, but he's sure it's only a matter of time. and how can he fix it? ] It works fine, though, so I suppose I can't complain. Other people seem to have much worse problems they're dealing with.