[Realizing (belatedly) he cannot possibly write comfortably while holding a heavy toolbox under one arm, he sets it aside -- yes, on the ground, because who was he going to hand it to, one of his undead brigade (5)? He can experiment on if they'll work as pack mules later. For now, he has notes to take.
He immediately struggles to spell psionics, scrawling that they''re not mages, though he doesn't yet know what the difference is. He follows Qubit along, his journal still open.]
Are your psionics not useful against the undead? [Obviously, or he wouldn't have bothered calling Carlisle out here again. He doesn't seem like the type to be lazy about getting a job done.] What can they do? How do they differ from magic? Can you use magic?
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He immediately struggles to spell psionics, scrawling that they''re not mages, though he doesn't yet know what the difference is. He follows Qubit along, his journal still open.]
Are your psionics not useful against the undead? [Obviously, or he wouldn't have bothered calling Carlisle out here again. He doesn't seem like the type to be lazy about getting a job done.] What can they do? How do they differ from magic? Can you use magic?