And take a seat he does, after following the magic that rushes about them, creating and dispelling glamours and charms until they're safely sealed in the snug little room.
"Thank you for seeing me." First things first. "There's a lot to discuss."
But before he gets into it, curiosity and caution.
"Your magic?"
The glamours, he means, were they her or someone else? He hadn't known she practiced. Not surprising that he wouldn't, really, when in spite of being here this long he hasn't really paid that much attention to anything beyond his own walls, the magical odd job market and - well. As of late, a certain cult.
The question isn't aimless: for one thing, better to know now if there's somebody playing support outside. For another, if Starling's a magic user he can hope to cut out on some of the preamble.
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"Thank you for seeing me." First things first. "There's a lot to discuss."
But before he gets into it, curiosity and caution.
"Your magic?"
The glamours, he means, were they her or someone else? He hadn't known she practiced. Not surprising that he wouldn't, really, when in spite of being here this long he hasn't really paid that much attention to anything beyond his own walls, the magical odd job market and - well. As of late, a certain cult.
The question isn't aimless: for one thing, better to know now if there's somebody playing support outside. For another, if Starling's a magic user he can hope to cut out on some of the preamble.