"Yes, I am a water mage, however, using magic when something will dry normally with a fire is a waste of magic that I could use to help protect us."
Mattias trotted off after Maggie, dripping water behind him as he walked with a forlorn expression on his face. His glasses were utterly smudged.
Mattias trotted off after Maggie, dripping water behind him as he walked with a forlorn expression on his face. His glasses were utterly smudged.
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Fortunately, they had not expended their resources. There hadn't been time. They say a brief prayer and light fills their hand. When they lay it upon their skin,
Their head snaps up at the sound of not-so-distant footsteps. They cannot make out any figures among the woods yet, but they hear voices; they hear [bickering.]
Night will come soon. They had resigned themselves to fleeing without their supplies, or worse;
But she can't make heads or tails of him. It's typical, but no less infuriating.
Her eyes drift from the back of his head to the campfire and keenly settle upon its sole occupant.
She calls forward to Maggie. "Do you think the guild sent them as well?"
Blood on a rock, a bit of fur on the ground, footprints