"What do you mean you're the Fool, he's supposed to be dead." Maya gave the mask a suspicious look.
"I am dead, but why should that stop me from talking?" The mask laughed.
"...are you a ghost?" Elita asked.
"No no no, nothing so scary."
"He's a memic." Cassian stated.
The fake face jumped in joy.
"Haha! The boy guessed!"
Maya observed the strange creature before asking:
"What the hell is a memic?"
"Memetic mimic, or memic, is a conjured creature that possess a portion of memories from the mage who summoned them. They're usually used as disposable clones meant for meanial jobs or tasks the real Mage can't attend to."
"And you know this because...?"
"Because my father was a knight and we got invited to plenty of galas, if you don't know nobles love to display their wealth - and what's better than hiring one mage? Hiring him twenty times."
"Sounds like they're easy to make."
