Asleif nodded, a gesture of appreciation from one skilled spell-caster to another. "Mine own magics have concentrated themselves more in offensive purposes, though trickier art always quite dear to mine heart."
Her grandfather was the god of mischief, after all.
Asleif took in the sights with the kind of undisguised (however briefly) awe of someone seeing it for the first time.
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