"In my defense, I am not a very fashion minded person." Tyzias gestures at her feet, which are clad in socks and sandals. The same as literally every day. She never takes the damn things off. It's comfortable, okay? She doesn't have to justify herself.
As soon as Furae gives the OK, Tyzias begins reading off the document. "In exchange for one (1) gift of power through prayer, the gods of the Tenscore Kingdom shall provide me with the thorough identification of one (1) magical item, effect, spell, or any combination of the above, in the Anastaran dialect, through the school used in the construction of the magical item, effect, spell..." She drones on for almost a half minute before she completes the prayer—a simple Identify I—and whips the paper towards Furae. With luck, magnifying the identification spell will increase the potency enough to tell Tyzias what exactly in the goddamn hell is going on here.
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As soon as Furae gives the OK, Tyzias begins reading off the document. "In exchange for one (1) gift of power through prayer, the gods of the Tenscore Kingdom shall provide me with the thorough identification of one (1) magical item, effect, spell, or any combination of the above, in the Anastaran dialect, through the school used in the construction of the magical item, effect, spell..." She drones on for almost a half minute before she completes the prayer—a simple Identify I—and whips the paper towards Furae. With luck, magnifying the identification spell will increase the potency enough to tell Tyzias what exactly in the goddamn hell is going on here.