John
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"Something the matter?"```
Eric
"...Nah."
"Just curious."
John
His left hand rested in his pocket, the blonde-haired man opened his eyes lightly, nodding in to better face his companion. White, arcane lights still flickered from his right hand — the vestiges of the mass-teleportation spell he had cast seconds ago.

```
"About?"```
Eric
"...They were in bounds, weren't they?" —she questioned, curious, though still partially indifferent.
John
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"Hmm..."
"Yeah, they were," Fyodor nodded, closing his eyes and placing a hand to his chin.```

```
"The sorceress still has a role to play in all this," he shrugged, then gestured, twirling his right hand in a half-circle vaguely at his surroundings.
"I need that piece of the 𝘒𝘦𝘺 to stay there. Otherwise, what follows will seem too... 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭."```
Eric
"Huh."

Ruffling her hand through her hair, the shorter woman folded her arms, squinting lightly.

*"...OK."*