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if unprocessed lyrium can kill mages, and too much lyrium can damage mages just a smidgen more than it can templars– don’t you think it’d be very noticeable to see that mages are outright uncomfortable?

–For humans and elves, direct contact with lyrium ore produces nausea, blistering of the skin, and dementia. Mages are the most affected by exposure to lyrium, as even close proximity to the substance is invariably fatal to them.

–Red lyrium is described as being an anti-magic substance, an opposite force to regular lyrium.

–Mages have additionally been known to suffer physical mutation. According to Vivienne, anything that increases the capacity of a mage’s magic (such as lyrium) creates a damaging effect on the body. For mages, this is known as mana imbalance. Some adverse effects of mana imbalance may include conscious dreaming in the Fade (such as those experienced during the Harrowing), periods of dizziness, and hearing voices. Unlike templars, mages are able to recuperate from the adverse effects.

It’s drafted

My mood doesn’t fit

I’m trying to equal your perfection

I’m brain-dead

I lost the reply

I’m easily distracted by something else

“Fenris! We’re finally reunited!”

“It would have happened sooner if someone gave clear directions to this place.”

“Eh? But I wrote it out in my last letter: Let’s meet at A Non-Descript Tavern on the road to Ostwick!”

“Hawke.”

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Talking like that, one would think Hawke just wanted to see him in his clothing for reasons other than a change in color. Even if those thoughts weren’t bouncing around in the champion’s head, those images were surely bouncing around in his own head now. Maybe he could…no, stop thinking like that this instant. Hawke is just offering to share some hand-me-downs. 

Like a nice guy.

Just a nice guy.

                      “I can do that.”

Whatever 'that' actually was. Hawke was confident he could find some way to impress him. Because Fenris always provided that chance – he always seemed to listen, no matter how ridiculous Hawke could get.

Rounding the final corner to his family estate, Hawke was eager to get inside where it had to be cooler than outside. The moment the door was open, he took long strides inside and already began to peel off his armour as he made for the stairs.