L'yhta shot a glare of ice at a nearby lalafell, perched on a table, bottle in hand, and with cheeks of bright red, who snickered in response to, "when I say pull out...please, pull out." As the lalafell snapped his mouth shut, the miqo'te mage muttered something probably obscene under her breath and turned back to watch the show. Her slit eyes defocused as she peered with her mind's eye, paying more attention to the patterns and flow of aether than the actual movements and people.
What a curious praxis, she thought to herself.
What a curious praxis, she thought to herself.
The Freelance Wizard
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