That much, Marty can relate to. His magic has been known to be unreliable, inconsistent at best. Dealing with luck may have its perks from time to time (otherwise he wouldn't do it), but fate's fickle. The whole "be careful what you wish for" thing has hit him in the face more than enough times.
"There's a wizard school here?" He sounds a little too excited at the prospect-- Marty may have the completely wrong impression of the TMU. He's picturing something whimsical with flying books and magic number 2 pencils. "Aw man, you don't think--"
He pauses, glancing at the door. Right, there are still... monsters outside. Which means it's probably not the best time to think about Wizard U. Or, rather, he should shift gears a little and...
"How... y'know, secure d'you think that place is? If somebody were to," he shrugs. "Go there for... protection."
Loot it.
Hey, magical trinkets could sell for a lot. Maybe.
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"There's a wizard school here?" He sounds a little too excited at the prospect-- Marty may have the completely wrong impression of the TMU. He's picturing something whimsical with flying books and magic number 2 pencils. "Aw man, you don't think--"
He pauses, glancing at the door. Right, there are still... monsters outside. Which means it's probably not the best time to think about Wizard U. Or, rather, he should shift gears a little and...
"How... y'know, secure d'you think that place is? If somebody were to," he shrugs. "Go there for... protection."
Loot it.
Hey, magical trinkets could sell for a lot. Maybe.