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Evening Dancer
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That's true. I play the song of Respite, sitting down and letting the song flow through me. It feels good to just play.
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Farah interjects quietly.
"Weavecraft, the magic of the way the universe handles space and places, is a lost magic." she says softly. "There's too many factors to take into account and no graceful solution for magical traveling like that. Summonings only really work for things that don't natively exist in this world, and thus have to deal with far fewer of those problems... needless to say, unless it happens to be in the book I'm after, we aren't going to be able to pull it off anytime soon."
"Then how did sanguine teleport the guy?"
They stare at me a bit, then look at each other.
"No idea." they reply.
"Either way." Zang states, looking at the creature's arm. "This thing was not crafted by an amatuer. I daresay it's naturally made."
"You know about that sorta thing?" I ask.
"Not formally educated, but..." she turns it over in her hands. "You pick things up. You learn. You slay enough creatures, you start to notice things."
"Like that spit?"
"A common ambush predator aberration mutation." Zang says, moving the fingers. "As for the hoods and that strange humming, it's likely that was a method of communication, not unlike hand signals. This is no normal homunculus."
A homunculus is a being created by blood magic or thaumaturgy or something similar.
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