[It's an incredibly boring story, beginning with M.K. not understanding what the symbols on his tablet's keys meant, and ending with him further not understanding that by touching them in random sequence the first time he used his device he was inputting something permanent. Really, Eliot, you'd be lulled into sleep.
It doesn't bother M.K. overly much; gibberish letters aren't far removed from the gibberish all letters are, and apparently he's far from the only who'd input something other than his name.]
This is the first I'm hearing about magic being so messed up.
[But he has heard of magic so that part hardly fazes him. He makes a vaguely frustrated sound.]
I don't have anything like that. But where'd you find the tablet? Don't tell me. The spirits?
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It doesn't bother M.K. overly much; gibberish letters aren't far removed from the gibberish all letters are, and apparently he's far from the only who'd input something other than his name.]
This is the first I'm hearing about magic being so messed up.
[But he has heard of magic so that part hardly fazes him. He makes a vaguely frustrated sound.]
I don't have anything like that. But where'd you find the tablet? Don't tell me. The spirits?