[Caitlyn feels the accompanying gust of wind before the sees the blue and silver streak across her vision. She reaches for her rifle, assuming this is some new threat, before realizing it's a man.
Another mage? He must be.
Another gust of wind and he's standing right next to her.]
No, I don't. I just saw him stealing that boy's bread.
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Another mage? He must be.
Another gust of wind and he's standing right next to her.]
No, I don't. I just saw him stealing that boy's bread.