"Of course."
General Stuart patted Benjamin’s shoulder heavily as he laughed, "I heard what you did in Carretas a week ago. An Academy of Magic, what exciting news!"
"....."
Benjamin felt very out of place amidst the forced friendliness. He remembered how the General sat on the throne and complimented him the last time they met, pride colouring his voice. He then used a slightly threatening voice to invite Benjamin to join his side. Now, he seemed to be flattering him too much.
What had caused the difference?
Forget it…. No matter what it is, Benjamin had no plans to intervene. He just wanted to do what he was tasked to do.
As his thoughts finished trailing, he opened his mouth and asked, "If that’s the case, you wouldn’t be against a publicity campaign in Ferelden, right?"
"Uh, about that." The General behaved strangely. "What would happen to the mages who graduate in your Academy of Magic?"