It's actually quite reassuring, to have Frumpkin accept him. Or at least Ansem seems subtly relieved, as he gently scritches the cat's head.
"Made your own spells?" He sounds intrigued. "I'm familiar with finding new applications for magic, but coming up with something completely new takes some doing. As for the astral plane...I'm afraid I've never heard of that one. Where is it located?"
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"Made your own spells?" He sounds intrigued. "I'm familiar with finding new applications for magic, but coming up with something completely new takes some doing. As for the astral plane...I'm afraid I've never heard of that one. Where is it located?"