Staring at the Pack Roster, at her name on it… I think about the same sort of recognition it gave Dr. Lang. Calling her a Specialist. One that I was able to grant an ability to.
I can feel myself being stared at for a while. By the two remaining witches here in the room.
I'm not sure if it's because one is trying to decide whether to accept my offer - or if she's just waiting for something to suddenly happen to her. Either way, something finally breaks through and generates a smug feeling smirk that spreads across my face.
| SPECIALIST: Magical |
| GRANTABLE PERK: Occultic Reservoir |
Sometimes I appreciate this nonsense entity very much. It might not be true magic, but the fact that it does seem to bend to my will on occasion is extremely… intoxicating. Maybe it's a good thing I wasn't great at my own world's mysticism.
> I would have abused it so badly! <
