He follows her back into the Sanctum - thankfully, the wards don't go off, so he probably hasn't invited a malevolent extraplanar entity in - and back into a reasonable degree of warmth before he lets the portal close. The Cloak shakes a few flakes from its hem, then floats to settle over a nearby settee.
"The books? They are in the sense that I currently possess them. It's part of the collective library of the Masters of the Mystic Arts here on Earth. I'm the Sorcerer Supreme - the leader of them all. And, to finish your query, Earth is in what others might term the Sol System, in the Orion Arm of the Milky Way Galaxy, and what we call the Local Group of galaxies within a currently unnamed universe." Unnamed by the inhabitants, anyway.
"Are you familiar with tea? It consists of dried plant leaves steeped in boiling water, with or without milk and sugar added." Hopefully the language comes with enough concepts familiar to her to allow her a frame of reference. "Or I can try to provide something similar to what you might be used to if you tell me what that is."
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Date: 2025-12-19 04:44 pm (UTC)"The books? They are in the sense that I currently possess them. It's part of the collective library of the Masters of the Mystic Arts here on Earth. I'm the Sorcerer Supreme - the leader of them all. And, to finish your query, Earth is in what others might term the Sol System, in the Orion Arm of the Milky Way Galaxy, and what we call the Local Group of galaxies within a currently unnamed universe." Unnamed by the inhabitants, anyway.
"Are you familiar with tea? It consists of dried plant leaves steeped in boiling water, with or without milk and sugar added." Hopefully the language comes with enough concepts familiar to her to allow her a frame of reference. "Or I can try to provide something similar to what you might be used to if you tell me what that is."