@diamondclawed
This isnât his brightest hour, he has to admit â face illuminated with the light of a glowstick as he furrows his forehead at the thing, wondering what exactly was fuelling it. He couldnât see anything tangible inside it, so what gives? Surely it wasnât something else that was magic?
Well, he wouldnât be surprised, at this point, to receive that kind of explanation again â but he wasnât going to let it rest even if that were so. Clearing his throat, he picks the nearest person he can spot as the latest victim of his curiosity, albeit not someone who seemed like the type to think much about these kinds of things. âYou over there! You wouldnât know how these things work, would you? Iâm juuust about ready to take it apart, myself.â
