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The 'please' goes a long way with the talking spellbook. Sure he might be made of paper now, and they might be surrounded by drunken reprobates, but a gentleman-mage didn't stop being gentlemanly because the clock spun counterclockwise. Graydon's apparent respect for Shandrizar's acumen also buoys the transmogrified mage's ego. He's already turning for the door when he realizes that he's playing the dutiful familiar part a bit too well for comfort.
Eyeing the conversation between the Athar and Barstle, the spellbook arches his brow. As if today weren't interesting enough! Now it sounded like a gate-town had been lost to the Blood War. Glancing at Graydon he nods wordlessly, floating and bobbing out the door as some patrons vacate the tavern. Once on the street, Shandrizar looks around to see if he can tell what causes the thunderous boom or what its fallout might be. If there is rain, he makes certain to keep his precious pages dry under an awning.
Eyeing the conversation between the Athar and Barstle, the spellbook arches his brow. As if today weren't interesting enough! Now it sounded like a gate-town had been lost to the Blood War. Glancing at Graydon he nods wordlessly, floating and bobbing out the door as some patrons vacate the tavern. Once on the street, Shandrizar looks around to see if he can tell what causes the thunderous boom or what its fallout might be. If there is rain, he makes certain to keep his precious pages dry under an awning.