[ He's been here for a month. That probably means it's about time he works on actually practicing some of this world's magic. After some less-than-gentle nudging from his unicorn familiar, Corwin makes his way into the meditation tent. The kind of sorcery he is used to didn't make use of the art of meditation, so he is unaccustomed to its practice, outside of vague knowledge of theory.
So he's wandering around the tent looking a little lost. He sees a young woman sat at a desk, feverishly poring through the pages of a book, and thinks, "Ah. Someone who clearly knows more than I do about all this."
Little does he know that she's even more new here than he is. ]
Excuse me miss, I was wondering if you could direct me to any... introductory texts on meditation?
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So he's wandering around the tent looking a little lost. He sees a young woman sat at a desk, feverishly poring through the pages of a book, and thinks, "Ah. Someone who clearly knows more than I do about all this."
Little does he know that she's even more new here than he is. ]
Excuse me miss, I was wondering if you could direct me to any... introductory texts on meditation?