#openrp “And who are you? The proud lord said That I must bow so low?” Magnus sings to himself as he sits on a throne of rock a small smile on his face as he levitates something in his hand

“The real question should be… who are you ?” A brief quirk of her brow as she swirled her wrist and teleported what he had hovering mid air over to her. Admiring the little artefact. “This looks intriguing, can I have it ?”