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empty_spaces) wrote2014-12-22 05:02 pm
empty_spaces) wrote2014-12-22 05:02 pm
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This is not the entrance to the gardens.
Mal opens the door wider and peers into the dimly lit room on the other side.
It looks like some sort of alehouse. Why was there an entrance to an alehouse in the middle of a holy sanctuary? Was it magic? She starts grinning. She hopes it's magic. She's been sooo bored. Magic would really spice things up around here.
She steps through the possibly magic door and lets it close behind her.
Mal opens the door wider and peers into the dimly lit room on the other side.
It looks like some sort of alehouse. Why was there an entrance to an alehouse in the middle of a holy sanctuary? Was it magic? She starts grinning. She hopes it's magic. She's been sooo bored. Magic would really spice things up around here.
She steps through the possibly magic door and lets it close behind her.
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"I'd heard about other sorts of magic, before I came to the monastery. But I've never personally experienced any, my immortality and the magic door are the only ones."
"I'm not really sure? The man you call Death. He felt like me, immortal, there was a sort of... buzzing. In my head. I've never met any others. Maybe we are the only ones, I don't know."