[The light flares, the smoke clears, a figure stands within what was once an empty circle... though this one seems somehow strange, in silhouette. Humanoid, certainly- but is that quite the right number of limbs?]
[Perhaps not. Then again, she'd argue that humans have far too few arms, really. It's a wonder they ever manage to get anything done.]
[Still, that's not the time for this. Certain formalities have to be observed, for the sake of the thing.]
I have been called forth as Servant Caster. You who stand before me... I ask of you, are you my Master?
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[The light flares, the smoke clears, a figure stands within what was once an empty circle... though this one seems somehow strange, in silhouette. Humanoid, certainly- but is that quite the right number of limbs?]
[Perhaps not. Then again, she'd argue that humans have far too few arms, really. It's a wonder they ever manage to get anything done.]
[Still, that's not the time for this. Certain formalities have to be observed, for the sake of the thing.]
I have been called forth as Servant Caster. You who stand before me... I ask of you, are you my Master?