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Teryx tapped his fingerclaws lightly on the desk, idly mimicking the rhythm of the pattering rain sounds.

He did not particularly like encountering magic items. He preferred his life straightforward and orderly -- for instance, by himself being one of the only magically attuned thing or creature involved in his day to day living. It wasn’t as if his own arcane capabilities as a modern, far-descended anthropomorphic rain dragon were all that potent anyway, compared to what the old legends used to claim dragons could do. Dropping an ocean on people’s heads -- things like that.

Teryx squinted at the thing. Mists and inscrutability.

His sense of adventure told him to pick that silly orb up and show it who was boss.

Teryx picked up the orb, because it was far too late at night to let himself get caught in a mental war-loop between his narcissism and his prudence. Besides, he already touched the thing before, and it didn’t seem to be giving off that much energy. What was the worst that could--

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