I would thank you not to think of me as some barbarian.
[ Still just as sassy as ever, it seems.
He hefts the vial, and neatly lobs it into the air. In the same moment, a set of circular glyphs unfold from the pages of his tome, casting the room in harsh orange light. The magic whirrs, hums, and motes of blue fire spring forth from each circle, four in all. They arc up to converge on the vial. In another burst of light and magic and arcane script, the little bottle and its contents are immolated in a ball of flame.
no subject
[ Still just as sassy as ever, it seems.
He hefts the vial, and neatly lobs it into the air. In the same moment, a set of circular glyphs unfold from the pages of his tome, casting the room in harsh orange light. The magic whirrs, hums, and motes of blue fire spring forth from each circle, four in all. They arc up to converge on the vial. In another burst of light and magic and arcane script, the little bottle and its contents are immolated in a ball of flame.
Fuck you, Svetka. ]