[ oh no.... his first meeting with one of his beloved deadly roombas, and he's making a horrible first impression.

not that he can really make the joke - what in andraste's buttcheeks is a roomba? anyway. glowing hand? o...kay, so he's a mage. great. how about a compromise that involves not getting his face burned off? not worth it for a pack of supplies that he could have done without.

but now that he's actually looking at the fellow he'd just tried to larceny, he's curious. ]

Okay... sorry, but, if you're a mage, where are all your... [ he gestures up and down ] you know, flowing robes? What kind of armor is that? [ impressive as hell, sure, but not very mage-y in aesthetic ] Better for magic?