"Arthur Inkwell here. I've no earthly idea how this thing is supposed to work, but leave me a message if you're so inclined. I'll retrieve it at some point or another!"
[ barks a laugh ] Is that what I make you think? I argue with Headmistress Delmirev because she thinks I take credit for their work. [ and what began as a deathly quiet correction is quickly becoming a ramble, heated, angry ] They—they connive, and weasel, and plot—they turn my own school against me! To shine spotlight on themselves, using my theories! My study!
They aren't, Arthur. They aren't. [ breathless with the need for him to understand ] I can--warp any spell to exert power of another type, so long as I have spell of that type in my book to reference. No one else can do this. Only us Scribes. Before us, very few at all. It is not immutable, and we are hamstringing ourselves to think some rules are ironclad and others can bend.
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What else should he have expected from a pair of people who gave their daughter Morosis as a name? ]
Ad you have no proof because they burned it all down.
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[ He breathes out a small, privately amused little sound. ]
Oh, you would have fit right into Sharlayan.
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How close were you?
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