[There was no click of a lighter, not a snap of a match. The flare of the smoke's scent reached his nostrils easily, the stench as easy to spot as it was easy to dissipate and get his own senses into overdrive.
Spells. Of course, this guy would already have some of those in his back pocket. It's all very new to Mamoru himself, but he's nothing if not adaptable.
Zaunites. The name didn't ring a bell, but this wouldn't be the first time someone would hold a full concept of a purpose behind a collective like this. He guessed that even in different worlds, universes, dimensions—whatever anyone wanted to call those— people were wired similarly.
Well. Beings. There was a talking otter floating about, after all.]
What makes you believe your matron is telling you the truth?
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Spells. Of course, this guy would already have some of those in his back pocket. It's all very new to Mamoru himself, but he's nothing if not adaptable.
Zaunites. The name didn't ring a bell, but this wouldn't be the first time someone would hold a full concept of a purpose behind a collective like this. He guessed that even in different worlds, universes, dimensions—whatever anyone wanted to call those— people were wired similarly.
Well. Beings. There was a talking otter floating about, after all.]
What makes you believe your matron is telling you the truth?