"Only in a normal way," Loxley says, cheerfully, handing Mobius the slip to peruse as he returns his focus to the board. "You know, magical fire is hot, magical ice is cold, magical spectral swords will stab you."
But it's different, isn't it? He's been in Thedas a while enough to know.
"Not for its own sake, no," he agrees, flipping through loose pages. "But I recognise your magic. I knew someone who could do the same. Looks like a god out there likes you."
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But it's different, isn't it? He's been in Thedas a while enough to know.
"Not for its own sake, no," he agrees, flipping through loose pages. "But I recognise your magic. I knew someone who could do the same. Looks like a god out there likes you."