[The more the strange creature spoke, the more Fenris doubted that she was a demon. It does nothing for his trepidation, however, and he wonders, similar to her, why she even bothered.
Everything she said just sounded like magister research. Things he had picked up when serving drinks; promises of old, forgotten magic and lore.
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Everything she said just sounded like magister research. Things he had picked up when serving drinks; promises of old, forgotten magic and lore.
It leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.]
You seem far too used to this.