Miniver takes the beads and handles them appraisingly for a few moments before tucking them away. "I want to give those to her. They'd suit her. She needs more shiny things. Not that her beau doesn't try to deck her like the halls of Buckingham. I think she won't have that kinda tacky, though. She needs to meet you. YOU need to meet HER. She's something. Barely believe she's mine. Good thing I had no hand in raising her, heh." He continues to paw through the peculiar odds and ends. "So's what I got all-over magic or is it gonna be centered in something? Like specialized? Like I heard of some wizards who can only do fire magic or fly or something."
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