[ The existential crisis continues in the back of his mind, please don't let my friend be an undead monster summoned to follow a psychotic devil or an evil cult, but he can prioritise. That shit's still going to be there to stress about later. ]

It's nice to be a bit of both, I'm finding.

[ If Connie had mentioned liking Fjord's voice he would have been inwardly thrilled, having had to put on a drawling accent for a long time in a fruitless effort to fit in with society. While his upperclass accent is proper and far less "fun", it's still as deep as before and relaxing to be himself.

He went to a spa shortly before his arrival on the moon, Fjord's getting really good at exercising self-love. ]

Sorcerers are home-brewed Wizards, then, that's the difference? You don't need the books, you just know how to cast?