Celegorm opens a door and finds himself looking, not into a guest room, but into a bar.
It is not plausible that someone turned this room into a bar, both because it's not a very Noldorin bar and because the room is too big; he built this fortress, he would know.
And, Huan says, it's very powerful magic and it smells of somewhere very far away.
Noted.
He walks in. Worrying about the Doom would be overthinking it. He hopes.
Nnnnot exactly, or not yet, he has five other Great Mages to work around and is justifiably concerned about provoking them but I've suspected I was an integral piece in some kind of plot against them since I was eighteen.
Well. Think how pleased he'll be to have you back. Does the plot work better or worse if you have a pretty boy on your arm because I hate politics but will happily be arm candy.
Also, in his defense, he's only like three hundred years old. I think it has less to do with anything arm candy would help with and more to do with being a nascent Great Mage myself.
True. Although I sincerely doubt he anticipated the murder and subsequent world-jumping, let alone Milliways.
Yes, let's not overexpose the kid. Who can read emotions and is probably getting some strong ones anyway.
If the kid is disturbed by what Tyelcormo's feeling she isn't really reacting to it. She's just delightedly flopped on Huan and watching her alt demonstrate supremacy over her environment.
Huan's being very tolerant. He will be owed lots of thank yous later. Mind, he's probably as happy as anyone to win the war.