You’re a mage. You must know something about… weird shit.
Varric Tethras, Dragon Age 2
I need a map drawer like this…
Emblematum libri II
(Stockhamer) (1556), Lyon
The human talent for pattern-recognition is a two-edged sword: We’re especially good at finding patterns, even when they aren’t really there — something known as false pattern-recognition.
We hunger for significance — for signs that our personal existence is of special meaning to the universe. To that end, we’re all too eager to deceive ourselves and others.
At least he didn’t have to worry about saying goodbye this time around.
The cramped academy office was left clean and tidy the night before. Vallaunius had never made any effort to become friends with the staff, and had told no one about his departure. They could figure it out on their own.
The nice landlady was another matter entirely. Val left the key along with an assortment of fresh picked flowers and a cake. It was, unsurprisingly, the same apartment that Vandrysse had lived in (well, kind of), the one with the nice balcony facing the canals. He could easily see why she’d loved the place, which made him wonder why she’d settled on the Thelsamar location. While it was a nice home by dwarven standards, it was dismal in comparison with this bright, sunlit living space. No wonder she struggled with depression.
It was time to go back home, and face the consequences of his actions. But who to speak to, first? His mother would be most likely to understand. Ellister, on the other hand …
A little gift might smooth things over. An idea occurred to the mage, one that made his bones ache. To wield the kind of energy he was capable of manipulating had already taken a heavy toll on his body at his young age. But surely he had it in him for a little side trip.
Epica - Feint (Official music video).