[ Sometimes you just know someone who begs being simped for. Good thing there are people like Adrian and G'raha around to fill that need.
It is most definitely a little over-indulgent, but he wants to try. He's decided that he's not going to skimp on those kinds of things going forward. Having a true second lease on life makes him eager not to let even silly opportunities go to waste. ]
Cutting back is only four shots?
[ No judgment, but he is a little amused. ]
Your magical preparations, if you're so inclined to continue. I admit I've been eager to try and unravel them as much as possible.
I started with energy drinks. I assumed they were a bit like potions; fairly harmless, since they were so ubiquitous, and I was always so tired when I first arrived so they helped immensely... [ He sighs and makes a vague gesture. It had been his own fault, really. Many of them had warning labels that he simply ignored, knowing he could heal himself of most afflictions. He and Fern had needed the money, and he hadn't wanted to decline any kind of work.
Things are different now, of course. Better. ]
Oh! Yours seem so much more streamlined and elegant in comparison... but I am happy to trade knowledge. In fact... [ He reaches for the buttons on the cuffs of his own sleeves, rolling them up to the elbow to reveal the cramped, scrawling handwriting that wraps around his arm from wrist to elbow. ] If you have a grimoire and the appropriate inks, you ought to be able to copy some of my spells. I thought that using my own skin would be a bit more convenient than carrying a grimoire myself but, as you can see, my penmanship is just awful.
[ All of his spells are written in the common tongue. Unfortunately, the scrawl across his arms is nearly completely illegible. ] Do spellcasters from your world use grimoires at all?
[ Are they...not like potions? G'raha actually hasn't considered that much, these energy drinks. Somehow he put them in a separate category from tea and coffee by the name alone.
Goodness, he feels foolish. But he is glad to know that Adrian made similar assumptions. G'raha clears his throat lightly and nods in solidarity. ]
An easy mistake to make, I should think.
[ Extremely easy and extremely relatable. But onto more important matters! G'raha is rather immediately taken by the writing all across Adrian's arm. He recalls how the incantation back at that warehouse had seemed like his own penmanship had been given life, transforming the very aether around them by the power of words. ]
Oh no, not at all! There's something very...how to put it, fitting? To have one's magic so close. And from what I remember of your attempt to allay that strange affliction that took me moons—pardon, months back, the words themselves acted as extensions of your power. Didn't they?
[ He does want to make sure he understands. This all feels so very important. ]
There are a few, yes. The Summoners of Allag oft recorded their rituals and incantations in grimoires, as did the Scholars of Nym. Both arts were lost to us until but recently.
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It is most definitely a little over-indulgent, but he wants to try. He's decided that he's not going to skimp on those kinds of things going forward. Having a true second lease on life makes him eager not to let even silly opportunities go to waste. ]
Cutting back is only four shots?
[ No judgment, but he is a little amused. ]
Your magical preparations, if you're so inclined to continue. I admit I've been eager to try and unravel them as much as possible.
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Things are different now, of course. Better. ]
Oh! Yours seem so much more streamlined and elegant in comparison... but I am happy to trade knowledge. In fact... [ He reaches for the buttons on the cuffs of his own sleeves, rolling them up to the elbow to reveal the cramped, scrawling handwriting that wraps around his arm from wrist to elbow. ] If you have a grimoire and the appropriate inks, you ought to be able to copy some of my spells. I thought that using my own skin would be a bit more convenient than carrying a grimoire myself but, as you can see, my penmanship is just awful.
[ All of his spells are written in the common tongue. Unfortunately, the scrawl across his arms is nearly completely illegible. ] Do spellcasters from your world use grimoires at all?
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Goodness, he feels foolish. But he is glad to know that Adrian made similar assumptions. G'raha clears his throat lightly and nods in solidarity. ]
An easy mistake to make, I should think.
[ Extremely easy and extremely relatable. But onto more important matters! G'raha is rather immediately taken by the writing all across Adrian's arm. He recalls how the incantation back at that warehouse had seemed like his own penmanship had been given life, transforming the very aether around them by the power of words. ]
Oh no, not at all! There's something very...how to put it, fitting? To have one's magic so close. And from what I remember of your attempt to allay that strange affliction that took me moons—pardon, months back, the words themselves acted as extensions of your power. Didn't they?
[ He does want to make sure he understands. This all feels so very important. ]
There are a few, yes. The Summoners of Allag oft recorded their rituals and incantations in grimoires, as did the Scholars of Nym. Both arts were lost to us until but recently.