[Since Quentin can't really think of anything to ask about the librarians without blurting out weird things, he settles for sipping his tea and looking at the useless books. He should return them to the shelves soon, since there's nothing in there. But. It's books and they always held a certain sort of comfort. Even when they're effectively useless.]
So... are you a [magician, wizard, warlock-- so many words for the same thing and yet, they all carried different flavors of magic.]-- did you die? Before coming here?
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[Since Quentin can't really think of anything to ask about the librarians without blurting out weird things, he settles for sipping his tea and looking at the useless books. He should return them to the shelves soon, since there's nothing in there. But. It's books and they always held a certain sort of comfort. Even when they're effectively useless.]
So... are you a [magician, wizard, warlock-- so many words for the same thing and yet, they all carried different flavors of magic.]-- did you die? Before coming here?