Study the Chief Mage's body while she talks
From Create Your Own Story
Your eyes drift from the spellbook to the Chief Mage herself, half-listening as she explains her craft. “The WAL spell is quite different and uses different stars – the order matters, you see...”
You watch as she scratches absently at her ear, gesturing vaguely in the air as she speaks. The movement causes her neckline to dip. Her robe has slipped enough to reveal one shoulder. Further down, it parts against her knee. She briefly wets her lips. “...take FUK for example,” she continues in a clinical drawl, as if she were predicting today’s weather. “A dangerous spell, really. A single utterance and the target will experience an uncontrollable desire...”
You blink, suddenly feeling a little clammy. Your grip tightens around the spellbook. The mixed scent of herbs, old parchment, and that odd, faintly intoxicating smell that clings to the Chief Mage invades your nostrils.
“...you will find the rest in the book,” the Chief Mage taps the leatherbound volume in your hands. “Are you even listening?”
Do you:
Cast a spell!
