So these were the writings of a crazy guy. Great. That was about the level of quality Rita knew she should have expected from the institute. She looked to the books and sighed, wondering if they were even worth skimming anymore.
In the meantime, while the stranger hadn't offered any visual cues regarding his involvement in the field, he was refreshingly upfront about it when he spoke. Rita was about to press on that, when he asked for more details about last night's ordeal. "A morgue," she clarified, though her tone was hasty and dismissive. "Someone must have mistaken me for dead."
More importantly, she wanted to know about this man's sorcery. It was bound to be more informative than anything in that lousy library. "So you are... were, a sorcerer." The word 'were' was spoken as if it were a question within itself. "What sort of magic did you practice? And why keep it secret?"
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In the meantime, while the stranger hadn't offered any visual cues regarding his involvement in the field, he was refreshingly upfront about it when he spoke. Rita was about to press on that, when he asked for more details about last night's ordeal. "A morgue," she clarified, though her tone was hasty and dismissive. "Someone must have mistaken me for dead."
More importantly, she wanted to know about this man's sorcery. It was bound to be more informative than anything in that lousy library. "So you are... were, a sorcerer." The word 'were' was spoken as if it were a question within itself. "What sort of magic did you practice? And why keep it secret?"