Jo taps a nail softly against one that looks like it's swirling by itself. Much like those running Nocwich—and vastly of the variety of monsters she's been told she's still not allowed to kill—it runs a sharp knife tip down the knobs of her spine. Things shouldn't mix themselves. Magic is still something she'd rather have nothing to do with, but she's here, the stall is here, and the guy is here.
"I don't know much about the potions here yet." That yet is tacked less for the guy and more as a pointed dig at herself, from herself. She knows about brews, potions, and spells from books and hunts at home, and not about here. Which is true about half a billion and more things. This one included. But magic, whatever they're doing here and calling it, she should understand more.
It's not like she can pretend she hasn't been touched by it. Not now that she can do what she can with her sword now.
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Jo taps a nail softly against one that looks like it's swirling by itself. Much like those running Nocwich—and vastly of the variety of monsters she's been told she's still not allowed to kill—it runs a sharp knife tip down the knobs of her spine. Things shouldn't mix themselves. Magic is still something she'd rather have nothing to do with, but she's here, the stall is here, and the guy is here.
"I don't know much about the potions here yet." That yet is tacked less for the guy and more as a pointed dig at herself, from herself. She knows about brews, potions, and spells from books and hunts at home, and not about here. Which is true about half a billion and more things. This one included. But magic, whatever they're doing here and calling it, she should understand more.
It's not like she can pretend she hasn't been touched by it.
Not now that she can do what she can with her sword now.