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[wingfic]

[This telepathic message is not signed, and appears in your field of vision without preamble, although the rhythm of the words is slow, almost sullen.]

Hey.

What power did they give you?

Did you have magic before you came here?

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[wingfic]

Like, move them around?

[yancat]

Ideally. Most of the time they try to stab me.

[wingfic]

They try to stab you?

[yancat]

Yes. Or bludgeon me, depending on the material.

What's yours?

[wingfic]

[A long pause.]

I don't know exactly yet. I made one of the lizard people freeze when they were getting too close to me. I think I can slow things down.

[yancat]

That sounds useful in combat. Though I wouldn't know anything about that. I'm only a businessman, after all.

[wingfic]

What's a businessman?

[yancat]

A person who works in commerce, especially at the executive level.

[wingfic]

Like . . . a merchant?

[yancat]

[That sounds a bit unsophisticated for a corporate heir but okay.]

Yes.

Magic doesn't exist in my world. The only power one can have is money.

[wingfic]

You don't have kings? Armies?

[yancat]

We have armies, but most kings are only royalty by name. Some are rich, some are poor. I was supposed to speak with a prince before I was kidnapped by the coven.