I open the door to the mages' tower, making my way to the study of one very specific mage. The door is shut, as always, but I open it anyway. There you are, books and materials scattered across your desk, as always. Your back is turned to me, too busy working on whatever it is you're doing to notice my presence. Whatcha doing? I ask, leaning on the door. I smile softly as I see you jump and glare at me. So easy to startle, this one.
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