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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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"That's the general term, yes. There are more specific titles for those who specialize in different fields."

"Fascinating. And you have entire schools for magic?"

He can't help but sound a little bit envious.

"Of course. I teach at one. Are you saying your world doesn't?"

"We have a Society of Wizards, but that is quite another thing. Magicians traditionally learn by their own research, or occasionally by finding an apprenticeship. Witches... well, you'd have to ask Morwen about that."

Telemain was never exactly going to become a witch, so he didn't look into it.

"There must not be that many people who are skilled in magic, then."

"It depends on where you are. I live near the Enchanted Forest, where magic is common enough. Most people are taught a simple spell or two by their parents, and books are not hard to come by for those who are interested. And there are a huge number of enchanted items about that anyone can use."

Magic carpets are going out of fashion, sadly.

"Now, that may be one thing our worlds do have in common. Making enchanted objects is a staple of Callan's economy."

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