On the Grandmagus tier, Nelico had gone still for once, spectacles slipping down his nose as he studied Flinn with open fascination rather than his usual detached amusement. "A Trickster, holding a disguise flawless enough to fool a Grandmagus's own perception magic for an entire tournament." He shook his head slowly. "I'll need to revise several assumptions about that class."
Memphis said nothing at first, simply watching her with the same quiet appraisal he'd given Hono all match, though something in his expression had shifted toward genuine interest. "Whoever trained her," he finally said, "trained her well. Deception that clean doesn't happen by talent alone."
