'Not the kind to tell a lie’ — some irritating buzz in the back of his head chided him on not introducing him to the likes of Manfroy sooner, but the immediate reminder afterwards that the accursed cultist seemed completely absent from Askr lifted Arvis’ mood enough all on its own to prompt him into pushing the tome he’d been reading away from him and laying his hand flat on the surface of the table in front of him. He would not chastise Henry for approaching him after all the chaos he’d put him through or chase him away ( not yet, at least; not until he pulled something else… ). If he had a genuine issue with reading it was hardly anything he could help. As irritating as the other mage could be, the lack of ease of access to education suffered by the common peoples had been an issue that had acted as a particular point of focus in his policies as a duke.
He just needed someone to read him the tome and walk him through it. Arvis gestured to the seat opposite his.
"I can help with that. No favours required — please… You just need me to read it to you, don’t you?? Point out what parts of the spell in the book you seem to be having the most issue with.”
That’s basically what he’d already asked for, right?? Had Arvis missed something?? Chalking it up to ‘Arvis is weird’, Henry’s more than content to just move on, considering how awkward he already feels asking for a favor. He’s got no problem normally giving favors left and right, but when it’s his turn to ask... It just feels wrong.
He carelessly dumps the tome onto the desk and just as nonchalantly falls into the seat Arvis gestured to. Even though his whole body nearly crashed into the seat, he then immediately scrambles to be sitting on its very edge, close to the desk as he can manage, and flip open the book with a single finger. He points to one of the first words on the page.
❝ Look, ❞ he starts, smile pulling more to one side than the other. ❝ It’s some kinda modifier-chant-thing to make it stronger, I guess. Words have power, yadda yadda, but it makes all the letters swim together!! How the heck am I supposed to be able to have this thing battle ready by tomorrow?? ❞
He falls back into his seat, folding his arms, brows furrowing, but still smiling. It takes just a second, but he has no problem reciting the very start of a regular Bolganone spell. Without power driving it, no fire is conjured. It’s just a recitation.
❝ It’s not the same. I bet you can see it. ❞
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