[Erik is definitely the furthest thing from “magical girl” you can shake a stick at.

Wry, sarcastic, with only a baseline amount of magic at his fingertips; no, Erik relies on guile and the edge of his knives to get him through life. Sticky fingers, too. If this girl is competition, he needs to know, else his score might go disappearing out from beneath his nose if he’s not quick about it.]

Not like many people spend time in old, dusty temples. Wanted to know if you’re a tourist or something, lost on the way in. I can get you to the exit if you want.