[At least one of them can perform spells, and Lee will helpfully get out of his way to let him do so. But, of course, they're in the household of an old, corrupted wizard who's taken to assisting the Devils and the Drow and there's simply no end to the amount of magic here.
Back to where they started, then.
Lee nods and turns immediately to the workbench instead of the desk, taking up and discarding tool after finished project after careless mess and finding nothing that looks correct except a few smelting jars.
A 200 year-old elven wizard doesn't have much need for compact mirrors, it seems.
So searching. Lots of searching. It would threaten to be repetitive if it wasn't so vital and threatened, but luckily Lee's well-versed in repetition anyway.
The desk proper is next, then, and in a drawer Lee pauses, suspicious, and begins turning towards Alastair with the false-covered book she's just found. Inside its secret cavern are, well.]
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Back to where they started, then.
Lee nods and turns immediately to the workbench instead of the desk, taking up and discarding tool after finished project after careless mess and finding nothing that looks correct except a few smelting jars.
A 200 year-old elven wizard doesn't have much need for compact mirrors, it seems.
So searching. Lots of searching. It would threaten to be repetitive if it wasn't so vital and threatened, but luckily Lee's well-versed in repetition anyway.
The desk proper is next, then, and in a drawer Lee pauses, suspicious, and begins turning towards Alastair with the false-covered book she's just found. Inside its secret cavern are, well.]
Alastair...what about marbles?