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Telemain hasn't been in the bar in months. Which is why he doesn't expect his door to open to it, which is why he doesn't look up from the book he's reading while he walks, which is why he collides with a chair.

"Oh my," he manages, a few long moments later when it's all sunk in.

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"I don't think so."

He's uncharacteristically reluctant to discuss this.

"Oh. Um. Okay."

"In my world." Because he loathes imprecision. "I have been cataloguing cases of magic evolving in beneficial or moral ways."

She nods.

"There's no magic in my world."

"I'm very sorry," he says, sincerely.

"What's it like? Magic, I mean?"

"It's simply the most marvellous thing there is."

He draws a circle with a ringed finger, and claps, and there's a magical light floating above his head. Another clap and it's gone.

Corrie gapes, and then starts laughing.

"And that's childplay."

Literally; he picked it up when he was nine at most.

"It's very pretty."

"And has been of use more than once."

Like the time in the cave with the wizards and the dragons.

"Useful, too?"

"In the dark," he explains, "I cannot operate very well without sight."

"Ooh, okay. Yeah, I can see how that'd be handy."

"I do not customarily become entangled in adventures, but it has been known to happen."

Once or twice.

She ducks her head.

"Even to the best of us."

"Especially with the sort of company I keep."

He needs less heroes, more magicians.

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