Regarding the leaf, Naugus waves it off. "Of course, of course, by all means. I can always provide more, if need be. Childsplay, turning small objects such as that. Done with barely a thought!"
Once the demonstration begin, Naugus watches with interest. But then shudders when the chill starts to settle in. And then it grows even more oppressive than just a chill; it's downright freezing. Enough that a fresh shudder is more than just a reaction to the cold; the mage turns to ice in a creeping, cracking formation starting from his horn and ending at his tail with a final flick. There. You can't be cold if you ARE cold.
"Impressive all the same," he responds, his voice somehow more hollow, creaking, like ice being stepped on or shifting. "Quite the chill brought on in short order. What else?"
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Once the demonstration begin, Naugus watches with interest. But then shudders when the chill starts to settle in. And then it grows even more oppressive than just a chill; it's downright freezing. Enough that a fresh shudder is more than just a reaction to the cold; the mage turns to ice in a creeping, cracking formation starting from his horn and ending at his tail with a final flick. There. You can't be cold if you ARE cold.
"Impressive all the same," he responds, his voice somehow more hollow, creaking, like ice being stepped on or shifting. "Quite the chill brought on in short order. What else?"