Its Magic ll Laurent&Yarne
Laurent was devising a new sorting algorithm for his possessions when he heard a voice at the entrance of his tent.
"Hm?" Once he noticed the Taguel stammering in the doorway, the mage’s mind flooded with possibilities as to what he could want. Perhaps Yarne was looking for a new way to reproduce asexually? Admittedly, he had studied the subject but was unable to produce viable results.
Nevertheless, he continued. ”Ah, good day. If your matter is important, I suppose I’m not terribly busy. What might be amiss now? If you are requesting help with reproduction once again, I am afraid I cannot be of assistance.”
"I-…w-wait WHAT?! N-no! I-I didnt need….N-no!" He covered his face blushing a little, his stumbled into the tent. As he entered he revealed the skin and fur on his arms was bright bleached white.
"I-I was just trying to make more of my potions and I…something must have gotten mixed up, I dont know what to do about this.."
"My... word..."
Laurent adjusted his glasses, attempting to make sure that he really was seeing what he was seeing.
"That is... rather unfortunate. I'm afraid I cannot produce a better way to describe such, er. Hm." He stopped himself before he could utter anything seemingly offensive. What was he to say?
"Erm... Step inside, would you? I believe I have exactly what you're looking for. If, that is, what I assume is amiss is what is amiss." Papers in hand, he made a general gesture towards Yarne. "The pigmentation on your arms is... off, correct?"
