Kneeling down, she studies you without urgency, her voice flat but curious. Hmm… I think there’s a spell for this. Your hand shoots out, dripping with sludge, desperate. She doesn’t take it, only staring a moment longer before adding. I’ll remember it eventually… Probably.
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