gearing up with grizzly gauntlets
Rhea had been attending to the Harvest Festival side of the monastery’s activities during the time their guest Projectionist had gained permission to run the mock arena event she had heard so much about. A fun time was had by all no doubt (or she would assume so judging by the startlingly long list of expenditures that had appeared alongside a bill on her desk earlier that day. quite real, she had checked that) but something about the descriptions of fantastical, conjured enemies nagged at her.
Phantoms, she thinks, and by sheer power alone does not shiver. She had never been fond of the word but since the year rewound she has become confident that she summarily dislikes it now, and not as she wishes for purely theological reasons.
There is little chance this magician has anything to with that event, Rhea is sure, but she still retains some of that excess energy from their autumnal festivities and thought it may not be apparent to some she has always been intrigued by the many different ways magic can be made manifest in the world.
Unsurprisingly, she is not the only one intrigued by the Projectionist’s continued presence and when with nary a sound a familiar man joins her en route to see her continued (expensive) guest she nods I recognition.
“Matthew. Good afternoon. I take it you also possess some interest in the Projectionist’s final show?”
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