[Being a Master of Magic had several advantages when magic was involved. He sensed the sloppy welling as it was being cast and arched a furry eyebrow curiously, even waiting for a moment to see what the human might be doing (human magicians, really? how clever), but it quickly devolved into a barking laugh that became a cutting and amused human laugh as the werewolf was surrounded by a shimmer of green energy that was accompanied by a surge of a powerful and tightly controlled magic, old magic, and there Loki stood, in leathers and a green robe, amusement still dancing in his sharp green eyes.]
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Clever! Are you a Skald, then?