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Leaning, ever leaning
There was no room for much resentment in the tower's upper chamber. Certainly the woman would not deign it fit to respond to Silverfall's latter remarks.
"We are pleased to learn you hold faith without forgoing responsibility. If you are determined to act then we would gladly be of assistance."
She turned back to the pair, veils of smoke disturbed parting once again before her dense figure.
"As we all do, you hold to your own beliefs. You may be right, or wrong, about some, or all of it. I have heard tales of threads where a wizard's spells require the finest components to function, and read of others where magic was flung about at a typing in italics. Though we do not know the reason, such use of a universal force reminds us of feathers and great grey creatures with ears the size of barnyards."
The duchess stepped closer, and offered him a dark candle.
"If your faith be as strong as you claim, may the wax and wick open the way for your love. But, be warned. The light draws more moths than one."
Arching an eyebrow, she observed the second-level character with care.
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