[Tony meanders through the shop more or less behind Alayne, occasionally reaching out to touch an interesting-looking fabric.]
Anton's teaching me sigils. A lot of the magic here people use is just, you know, say the magic word and wave your hands and snap your fingers and poof, magic happens. [He mimes some pseudo-magical gestures in a sarcastically dramatic fashion, obviously not having a very high regard for that sort of nonsensical sorcery.]
Sigils are much closer to what I'm used to. There's plenty I still don't understand about how they work, but they're basically magical equations. Not that different from physics or chemistry. [He raises an eyebrow.] What's a Maester?
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Anton's teaching me sigils. A lot of the magic here people use is just, you know, say the magic word and wave your hands and snap your fingers and poof, magic happens. [He mimes some pseudo-magical gestures in a sarcastically dramatic fashion, obviously not having a very high regard for that sort of nonsensical sorcery.]
Sigils are much closer to what I'm used to. There's plenty I still don't understand about how they work, but they're basically magical equations. Not that different from physics or chemistry. [He raises an eyebrow.] What's a Maester?