Loki shuddered upon mention of a god. "Forgive the lack of anthusiasm on my part. My 'brother', the insufferable fool. He is the god of thunder. Having grown up besides him, I have come to loathe thunder and lightning." he explained, gripping the reins tighter. "Regardless... Keep up the good work."
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"Storm magic is what lightning magic is called where I'm from." Erica replied, holding out her right hand, in the palm of which crackled a ball of purple and violet electricity. Erica flicked her wrist and closed her hand, and once she opened it again, the ball was gone. "Anyway. I suppose I could return another day. While my intentions are to get some new inspiration for my work, I don't mind helping students progress." Not to mention that I still haven't found my bearings. As for a place to sleep. That won't be a problem." Erica then held up her amulet. "I can just leave the same way I came."
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The soldier shook his head. "I'm sorry, but this paticular prisoner is not to see any visitors."