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"Here we go again!"
This world, in all it's beauty was still not as good as Runeterra. Ever since Ezreal appeared in this realm, he couldn't shake off the lack of magic that fills the air of his homeland. That was the thing he missed the most - His gauntlet, the power he had, the tricks he could pull, the people he could save. In here, he was nothing but a lowlife human, fighting every day to survive the best he could. Even if Jayce found them a place to stay and a steady job to keep them from being hungry, for the young explorer, that wasn't enough. He wanted to bring his own contribution to their coven. He hated that next to Callum and Jayce, he did nothing... Couldn't get a job because there was nothing he could do, didn't really get around the place as good as the other two and definitely didn't have the communication skills that would allow him to make meaningful connections, as he had nothing but his wits.
This is why the only thing he could resort to was deceit, theft and tricking people with minor illusions, as the only form of magic he could pull nowadays. What a fucked up world this was, when the almighty arcane blast he could once fire from his hand is changes with creating... wind? Whatever...
As yesterday, he entered another bar. At least illusions were easy and humans fall for them easier than he'd ever assume. In his realm, this is something that would get him killed in an instant. But not here, though. Here, all it took was a small illusion and he could steal anyone's wallet right from their pocket or backpack or whatever it was they had with them.
The bar was half empty and the number of potential targets was ever so bad. Just before he would quit and find another location, he spotted a man who seemed like he could have an alright amount of money on him. Ezreal's lips curved into a smile and he approached, mimicking the thing he did yesterday, looking at the person's bag and creating a minor illusion to muffle their ears and blur their vision. The same moment he did this, his hand slipped into the other's pocket for the prize he desperately needed.
Except... This time, something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
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