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"Not unless you expect you'll be able to be very careful, at least - I'm mostly worried about things like fireball that could end up hurting crusaders a lot more than demons, not professing my newfound expertise at wizard spells."

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"Right. No fireballs. That much is very clear." She isn't third-circle yet so fireballs were off the table anyway but there is a time and a place and a person for pedantry, and it is not now and here and Irabeth. 

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She then pulls out a few small slips of stationary, and writes something on them.

"Take this to the fletchers, so they'll know to give you and Villibor your allotment. There's two more in there for Lann and Wenduag as well."

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"Gotcha." She doesn't know if it's more efficient to get them all at once or everyone individually, but at the very least Lann and Wenduag need to be not induced to interact with each other too much. 

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"Outside of that... I don't think there's anything in specific we need from you, so I'll be counting on your best judgement, but if there's something that you need to do your best let someone know and we can try."

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Nod. "Understood. And...thank you. For trusting me." 

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"You can thank me by showing I was right to."

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"I will." 

 

Okay, great, time to...find something else useful to do, probably. If nothing needs to be Prestidigitated or anything then she will find Nenio and discuss the possibility of pooling spells. 

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Pooling spells? Nenio's not really aware of any way to have it so that multiple people can cast from the same magical scaffold, but since you can do it with familiars it's probably not in principle impossible.

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"--No, I mean--Villibor and I share all our spells with each other, and it's more efficient than trading individual spells on individual occasions." 

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Oh. That makes sense, though it's rather less exciting.

 Nenio can show her spellbook; it's predictably very heavy on illusions, including some rather obscure ones, and misses out on several spells that are usually considered staples for both adventurers and civilian wizards trying to make a living.

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Luzai's spellbook is...

Well, less personally tailored to her own preferred school, since she's been sharing with Villibor and they have different preferred schools. 

But, also, just. Fuller. Because she's been sharing with Villibor, and, also, looting spellbooks off of cultist wizards. 

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There's a fair bit of overlap there, which makes it less effective than it could be - particularly when also Nenio completely ignores the abjuration and necromancy spells they have. Still, she's already thinking of what she's going to do with the ability to use keep watch to just skip out on sleeping entirely from here on out and something about alter self speaks to her.

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Luzai cannot fathom the mindset that doesn't snap up every spell available, even in one's dispreferred schools, but if she is ever going to make an issue of it it's not going to be the night before a major operation like retaking the Grey Garrison. 

 

 

When it gets late enough, she seeks out Daeran. 

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Seeks him out for what?

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Oh, you know, the obvious. 

...Or so she implies, but once they're in the rope trick, she pulls away. 

"Remember how I told you I still have secrets from you?" 

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"Oh, certainly."

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Luzai brings her bag with her, when she vanishes with Daeran in the evenings; she likes to prepare spells before leaving the rope trick. 

What she pulls out of her bag this time is not her spellbook. 

"Don't ask me where I got this," she says of the crystal ball, "but ever since I did, Villibor and I have been using it to scry Mama." She looks him straight in the eye. "Having a dead mother sucks. And being able to check in on her isn't the same as her not being dead, but it's better than nothing." 

She holds it out to him. 

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Daeran scoffs, his jovial mood suddenly gone. 

"I don't know why you thought this would be funny, but I find I'm not in the mood for this jape."

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Flatly: "I'm not joking." 

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His voice somehow seems to get flatter as well.

"And I have better things to do than scry shades in the boneyard."

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"In the Boneyard? That's--unusual. For adults." 

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"On the contrary. As I understand it, for souls to wait there until their trial is as normal as it comes."

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"...I thought she died years ago." 

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"She did."

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