[ truth be told orin isn't sure yet if she's planning on stabbing him again. probably, but not imminently, and besides it's quite funny of him to ask her like that. as if a promise from her actually means all that much. orin pauses for a moment like she's coming to a decision in real-time, and then holds her hands up, palms out and mirroring gale's gesture. ]

I will not stab you today, wizard. Is that a relief? You can protect your shard of Weave another day yet.

[ he is interesting though, unfortunately. orin drops her hands slowly and clasps them behind her back instead, takes a step forward but not enough to meaningfully close the gap between them. she only wishes to examine him a little closer, head tilted and expression curious. ]

Mystra's Chosen, of course. And how did your Goddess react, when you snatched at her power for yourself? Did she reward your ambition? Did she smile favour upon you for wishing to sit at her table?