He's intrigued to see this tower. He knows Caleb has the spell, but he has never had occasion to see it and he wonders what it looks like. These things are always a reflection of those who cast them, and some are far better at imposing their will than others.
Yussa slips out of the house ahead of Caleb and waits for him as he closes up behind them. He smiles at the mention of the teashop. As they walk, he resists the urge to disguise himself at all. They aren't in Zadash, there is really no need. There are few here who know him, or who would recognize him on sight. His reputation may precede him in the halls of the Academy, but knowing his name is not the same as knowing what he looks like.
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He's intrigued to see this tower. He knows Caleb has the spell, but he has never had occasion to see it and he wonders what it looks like. These things are always a reflection of those who cast them, and some are far better at imposing their will than others.
Yussa slips out of the house ahead of Caleb and waits for him as he closes up behind them. He smiles at the mention of the teashop. As they walk, he resists the urge to disguise himself at all. They aren't in Zadash, there is really no need. There are few here who know him, or who would recognize him on sight. His reputation may precede him in the halls of the Academy, but knowing his name is not the same as knowing what he looks like.