[ He doesn't lash out when he feels the probe; he simply solidifies his own mental defenses, a wall this stranger can't get through.
He separates true threat from whimsy. Whimsy, he can tolerate; such small attempts are like a raindrop in a lake to him. He eases off on his immediate defenses, just a little. ]
...I have one. [ He retrieves the map of Toril from its case leaning against the wall, unrolling it so he can lay it out on the desk. ]
You got here because you were lost, you said? [ Perhaps some kind of planar traveler? Not unheard of, especially with such strong psionic potential, he supposes. Odder things have happened. ]
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He separates true threat from whimsy. Whimsy, he can tolerate; such small attempts are like a raindrop in a lake to him. He eases off on his immediate defenses, just a little. ]
...I have one. [ He retrieves the map of Toril from its case leaning against the wall, unrolling it so he can lay it out on the desk. ]
You got here because you were lost, you said? [ Perhaps some kind of planar traveler? Not unheard of, especially with such strong psionic potential, he supposes. Odder things have happened. ]