[He makes no secret of tracking her progress through the cafe to a table near his own - indeed, he doesn't lift his eyes from her once or go to drink from the cup over which his hand is hovering. She's a magician, he's sure of it. --Or an enchantress or a witch or mage or whatever it is that people like the pair of them call themselves in this world. Though it isn't until he catches some sight of her cards that he says or does anything at all.
Which is to say: the cards make him snort. Of course.]
Are they a trick prop or is that really your Talent?
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Which is to say: the cards make him snort. Of course.]
Are they a trick prop or is that really your Talent?