"I'm not magic though."

"I technically told them that but they didn't believe me."

"Why not?"

"I think this region only has the one magic system so it seems likelier I'm being dishonest for unclear reasons than that I'm using a different one. Whereas at home 'oh, my magic is different' wouldn't be very surprising and we'd take it at face value."

"There are twenty-eight in the song."

"In what song?"

"The song about the kinds of magic."

" - huh. Do you wanna sing it for me?"

"No."

Sigh. "I'm going to put up bulletins so we can earn some money, okay?"

"Okay."

She does that. She keeps an eye on Segda.

It watches her make bulletins, at first, but then wanders in a random direction towards some staring human kids.

- she follows. She does not have any money to smooth over problems with yet.

The kids huddle together as Segda approaches them. They were playing a game with clay marbles in the street.

One kicks a marble in Segda's direction tentatively. Segda kicks it back.

Well maybe this will be cute and not a disaster.

After two more iterations of marble-kicking Segda picks up the marble and turns to leave. The kid who the marble presumably belongs to objects and looks likely to jump it.

"Segda give it back, it's his."

"I want it," says Segda.

"Give it back!" says the boy, perhaps under the impression that Segda can understand him.

"And so does he and he's gonna beat you up in a fight. Give it, and then help me earn money and then you can buy it from him if you want."

"But I don't care if he wants it," says Segda.

"I'm not selling my marbles," says the boy indignantly.

"Do you care if he hits you, because he's going to hit you."

Segda blinks at her, then breaks into a run.

oh for -

Iris has a lightning cantrip. Iris is not going to let this turn into another dramatic city chase.

Segda falls, twitching, when hit.