[The glow is almost too much. John doesn't know if the strong urge to reach toward the thing comes from the staff itself or if it's his own internal impulse. Either way, John gives in and grabs with both hands. He holds the staff close to his chest, closing his eyes and breathing in. He can sense its energy as a conduit and an invisible crackle sends itself to John's shoulders through his fingertips. It's as if magic itself has declared the item's significance.
He has no desire to use the staff. Every magic user has their own abilities and methods. His are his own and so are Dorian's. But that doesn't stop John from wanting to hold the staff just a little longer as he looks to Dorian.]
Tell me about it. [One hand keeps a solid grip on the staff while the other runs fingertips along the length of the details.] When did you acquire this?
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He has no desire to use the staff. Every magic user has their own abilities and methods. His are his own and so are Dorian's. But that doesn't stop John from wanting to hold the staff just a little longer as he looks to Dorian.]
Tell me about it. [One hand keeps a solid grip on the staff while the other runs fingertips along the length of the details.] When did you acquire this?