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Fia doesn't dislike Feradi, exactly, although maybe if he were in the habit of disliking people he would. Feradi is rude on purpose, mean on purpose, just to prove he can be. It's unpleasant to be around.
But Fia can't really fault him on the philosophy, given the givens. And anyway, he's probably nicer when he's at home, when he's not flaunting his contrast with Cretari citizens.
"Fine. I can take dinner in my office." He jerks his head in a vaguely beckoning manner and heads for the stairs.
...Are they sure they want that? It seems probably fine, but they don't know if there's a way to get rid of it without casting it if it's in some way not. If he had longer to look at the math he might go for it, but for now he leaves it there.
Office. It's not very big but it's got its own fireplace and bookshelf. He sits at his desk with stew. "What."
"Congratulations, if you want to trade spells do it in the mess hall and you have to cover your own ink."
Nod. Sure. "Is there anyone we should start by casting Endures on? We didn't have to prepare them but I don't know whether that will work multiple times a day."
"- Maybe. We don't have any of these things back home; one moment..." What's a sorcerer that's a sorcerer. "No. We doubled being-a-wizard onto ourselves, and then also doubled the prepared spells. But we would need to be next to another wizard in order to have them again."
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