[It's not a question. Not really. But consider her glad to have asked the one which came before it - it might have been a shame to lead with 'Don't touch it or you'll eventually go mad' given the circumstances.]
Lyrium does indeed come from the Deep Roads. It's mined by the dwarves, who then either enchant things with it or send it along in its tempered form. Templars need it to resist mages and I believe in mages it temporarily increases their... particular talents.
[She is not sure how to ask the question swimming around in her.]
Lightning has power. It...[Tony had mentioned the word electricity, but it's unmoored in her mind, no real context clinging to it.] If you put lyrium in someone's chest--
I suppose it could. But I'm afraid that I'm no help to you here, my dear. You would be better served by a Templar. Perhaps Ser Coupe? I believe she is the closest we have.
[With some disappointment. She would rather find out from somebody she already knows; Ser Coupe is little more than a name and a hissing demand that she wear a hat.
After a delay, when she remembers that she is making an attempt at learning manners:]
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In that case, what do you know already? So I might know where to best to begin.
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It is on my bones. And it comes from the Deep Roads.
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[It's not a question. Not really. But consider her glad to have asked the one which came before it - it might have been a shame to lead with 'Don't touch it or you'll eventually go mad' given the circumstances.]
Lyrium does indeed come from the Deep Roads. It's mined by the dwarves, who then either enchant things with it or send it along in its tempered form. Templars need it to resist mages and I believe in mages it temporarily increases their... particular talents.
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...It makes mages stronger?
[There is a frown in her voice, as she turns the idea around and around in her mind.]
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[Hm.]
Is it...can it be like lightning?
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[She is not sure how to ask the question swimming around in her.]
Lightning has power. It...[Tony had mentioned the word electricity, but it's unmoored in her mind, no real context clinging to it.] If you put lyrium in someone's chest--
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I suppose it could. But I'm afraid that I'm no help to you here, my dear. You would be better served by a Templar. Perhaps Ser Coupe? I believe she is the closest we have.
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[With some disappointment. She would rather find out from somebody she already knows; Ser Coupe is little more than a name and a hissing demand that she wear a hat.
After a delay, when she remembers that she is making an attempt at learning manners:]
Thank you.
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Go on then. Don't let me keep you from satisfying your curiosity.
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[ Mild bafflement. ]