I thought the last thing you wanted was to hear me kiss and tell? Urianger and I suit each other well enough. Though I wouldn't say either of us is in much hurry to go about putting labels on our friendship. Though he does keep startlingly close track of my drunken conquests — too close for my liking, personally.

[also you named your mutual daughter after a word in a language he taught you but go off thancred i guess

Regardless, when she asks about the marks, he tilts his head to one side and tugs down his coat collar, exposing it a little more readily.]

They're what I would've offered to you, if you'd said that what you wanted was merely some way of belonging, without specifics of how you obtained it. They're awarded in recognition of exceptional contributions to, and mastery of, some particular field of expertise, by the scholarly enclave where he and I both spent our younger years.

There are scholars, and then there are Archons. One glance at them and anyone in Sharlayan would instantly recognize you as someone uniquely special.