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Max quirked a brow at Salem's inviting gesture, his perplexed face lingering on the plant mage for a moment before being drawn to the barrier he was leaning on. Nope, Max was definitely not touching that. He took up a casual stance opposite Salem, tucking his hands in his pockets.

[color=8585AD]"Feeding, huh? Lucky them."[/color] He muttered, nose scrunching up in distaste, [color=8585AD]"How'd the fight go? Any magic get thrown around?"[/color] He doubted Retriever would be much of a threat with his affinity, maybe a useful resource at best, but Paleface might surprise him. He honestly just needed to know what he was up against. He hated being behind. This entire orientation was pointless anyway, just less time for him to spend working on his magic.

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