[Malcolm doesn't find conversation in the library odd. There are always plenty of people browsing the books for studies together, investigations into this or that. He won't admit that he's here to find something more...entertaining, but here he is, browsing nevertheless. It's the fact that nobody answers her that catches his attention. That and her words in particular are...noteworthy.
He leans out from the nook he's in to pinpoint her and wanders over, keeping his voice low.] Pardon me, but do tell, how does a 'real mage' act that you feel you aren't being one?
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He leans out from the nook he's in to pinpoint her and wanders over, keeping his voice low.] Pardon me, but do tell, how does a 'real mage' act that you feel you aren't being one?