[ Koltira's inclined to take everything, everything that anyone can offer him, everything they have and beyond.
He at least stops licking the shard, though.
Instead, he sets his palms flat upon it, and the glow of magic drain starts: a bright, pale blue light with the crisp scent of the arcane. Koltira draws on the well of energy contained in the shard, pulling it into his body. As he does so, his eyes brighten, his skin cracks. The thread strengthens, at its usual price. ]
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[ Koltira's inclined to take everything, everything that anyone can offer him, everything they have and beyond.
He at least stops licking the shard, though.
Instead, he sets his palms flat upon it, and the glow of magic drain starts: a bright, pale blue light with the crisp scent of the arcane. Koltira draws on the well of energy contained in the shard, pulling it into his body. As he does so, his eyes brighten, his skin cracks. The thread strengthens, at its usual price. ]