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There was a Page aura somewhere in the distance.

Glitnir was not one to ignore the flickers of auras passing by, especially if they were friendly. Pages were especially important; what if they were new and needed guidance? He was considering updating and rewriting what Babylon had written him so that there was a more comprehensive guide he could distribute. So, he approached the Page aura till he could see the source.

This one looked a bit familiar. He had been at the incident with Megiddo, hadn't he? That braid was hard to miss (and Glitnir definitely had some tucked-away jealousy about that hair). "Hello there," he said when he got close enough. "Another night on the job, huh? And also another 'Knight' on the job." The pun had been sitting in his head for entirely too long, terrible as it was.

Seeing that the Page was a good sport about bad puns was something of a relief. Glitnir could think of a few others he had met who would tell him to knock it off. "You bet," he said with a chuckle. "You were at the scene with that Saturn Knight, Megiddo, right? I remember seeing you there. I'm Glitnir, Squire of Mars. And you are?" He held one hand out for a customary handshake. He could at least be pleasant before he sprung tonight's scheme on the poor Page.

With introductions out of the way, Glitnir could get right down to business. "Since you're here, I wonder if you can help me with an assignment. When I last went to my Wonder, my ancestor told me to experiment with my new magic. Would you be willing to help?" He had to think of a way to soften the blow of 'can you please be a guinea pig for my potentially disorienting magic.' "If it helps, I don't think it actually causes physical harm. Just might be a bit mentally disorienting. I just need to to report what you're feeling when I use it."

"Fire isn't part of it, and if it suddenly becomes part of it, I don't know what to tell you. Or, rather, I'll have to put you out while you're being put out." It was a return pun volley. Glitnir had to make a conscious effort to avoid saying "I think," lest the Page become unnerved by the apparent uncertainty and decide not to provide his consent anymore. He put one finger on a scale basket. "Get ready. Here goes," he said before pushing down on the scale to activate his magic. He felt bad about not giving Ploutonion a bit more warning, but it wasn't like he would get warnings from enemy magic-users in the field anyway.

Glitnir could see that the Page was starting to falter, and for a moment he considered letting up early to give him a chance to catch his breath. However, he still needed to know one thing: how easy it was to break through the magic. The results might have been a bit skewed by Ploutonion just being a Page, but it was worth a shot. "Guilt... anything else? Do you think you can work through it? Try and attack me if you can, just one swing."