There is no judgement from February when Paper explains his situation. Honestly, she would have been more put off if he were a wizard.
The carelessness of wizards has done a lot to the world she came from, and very little of it has been good.
"I'm sorry, when you say you are a warlock, what exactly is it you mean? I take it you are some other kind of mage?"
She's heard the term before, but the world she comes from doesn't make the same distinctions between spellcasters that D&D does.
And then the spell takes effect. It's a strange feeling, to be subjected to an illusion and know it. Slowly and hesitantly, she reaches across and sets her hand on the face of the book.
The textures are bizarre, wild, and shifting, in ways that she didn't expect. The strangeness of it all makes her frown for a moment, before she lifts her face up toward Paper and gives him a smile.
"Thank you for sharing this with me. Is it truly like this outside all the time?"
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The carelessness of wizards has done a lot to the world she came from, and very little of it has been good.
"I'm sorry, when you say you are a warlock, what exactly is it you mean? I take it you are some other kind of mage?"
She's heard the term before, but the world she comes from doesn't make the same distinctions between spellcasters that D&D does.
And then the spell takes effect. It's a strange feeling, to be subjected to an illusion and know it. Slowly and hesitantly, she reaches across and sets her hand on the face of the book.
The textures are bizarre, wild, and shifting, in ways that she didn't expect. The strangeness of it all makes her frown for a moment, before she lifts her face up toward Paper and gives him a smile.
"Thank you for sharing this with me. Is it truly like this outside all the time?"