Graydon grinned to himself, just a little, as he joined the little throng.
If it was silence you wanted, you'd have done better binding yourself to a fighter. What wizard worth his salt doesn't have thoughts overfilling their head until they reshape the world around them? Still, my thanks for narrowing it down; I didn't realize you could be a Sigil-guide as well. You're beginning to show the advantages of unconventionality.
As for titles, they call us Conjurers, no matter the specialization; it's a confusing title, but one I much prefer to 'that idiot who told people he was an illusionist.' Much better to keep up the illusion of power, so to speak... and really? People actually go around calling themselves 'Prismatic Princes'? It may take a while, but I really want to track them down and laugh at them now!
Still, let's try a test- as I stuffed my mind full of defensive measures for walking around Sigil this morning, perhaps you can cast a spell I've already inscribed inside you. Pity I don't have anything as dramatic as 'Polymorph man into Flumph', whatever THAT is, but I'm hoping that some magic detection should offer the chance to take a look at this musical ghost that's apparently haunting us. It seems an interesting individual- Hmm.
Speaking of interesting individuals, what have you seen of this garishly-dressed man who seems to have the table in his thrall?
He'll actually be handing said garishly-dressed man a tankard of beer before quietly taking a seat and ignoring him, instead waving a little finger at the pixie girl who seems to have completely avoided succumbing to whatever had been done to everybody else. CLEARLY, she's the one on top of things and should have his full outward attention.
If it was silence you wanted, you'd have done better binding yourself to a fighter. What wizard worth his salt doesn't have thoughts overfilling their head until they reshape the world around them? Still, my thanks for narrowing it down; I didn't realize you could be a Sigil-guide as well. You're beginning to show the advantages of unconventionality.
As for titles, they call us Conjurers, no matter the specialization; it's a confusing title, but one I much prefer to 'that idiot who told people he was an illusionist.' Much better to keep up the illusion of power, so to speak... and really? People actually go around calling themselves 'Prismatic Princes'? It may take a while, but I really want to track them down and laugh at them now!
Still, let's try a test- as I stuffed my mind full of defensive measures for walking around Sigil this morning, perhaps you can cast a spell I've already inscribed inside you. Pity I don't have anything as dramatic as 'Polymorph man into Flumph', whatever THAT is, but I'm hoping that some magic detection should offer the chance to take a look at this musical ghost that's apparently haunting us. It seems an interesting individual- Hmm.
Speaking of interesting individuals, what have you seen of this garishly-dressed man who seems to have the table in his thrall?
He'll actually be handing said garishly-dressed man a tankard of beer before quietly taking a seat and ignoring him, instead waving a little finger at the pixie girl who seems to have completely avoided succumbing to whatever had been done to everybody else. CLEARLY, she's the one on top of things and should have his full outward attention.