#casterxdisaster

That morning, Enoch was opening her shop, Potions and Lotions. She was sweeping out the front currently. The shop itself was small, but whimsical. The bottles were all different colored with a few enchanted bottles hanging from the ceiling for light.

   “Caleb,” she begins, stepping forward, “you know you need the time to process this -- you can’t handle them alone, that’s STUPID -- especially the LAUGHING HAND !! We couldn’t even take it down when we first encountered it,” Once grating voice is STERN, steady, like a rock sinking into river depths -- it is the TRUTH, and Caleb knows it, “You need to calm down. We’re GOING to find Yasha, we’re GOING to make them pay -- and of COURSE I will help you -- but you can’t expect us to let YOU jump in alone RIGHT NOW -- or even -- altogether, without being PREPARED.”

"Look, just say that you came and I didn't show up," Vax told him, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It'll save us both the trouble. You can get your extra credit, and I can start walking home."

The human had certainly seemed confident enough, a common trait among his kind, so he had thought little of it aside from the assumption that he could back it up.  It had started simply, a bit of back and forth, a little goading.  It wasn’t until he smelt the slight, yet pungent odor of singed hair that it hit him, Oh, I’m angry. And here they were, one crumpled wizard and one rather flummoxed bard.  “...Shit.”  He rushes over and drops to his knees at the wizard’s side, hoping that he didn’t inadvertently commit murder.  Thankfully, the human wakes with a start, grabbing his wrist. “Yes, well...” his tone is just as flat, expression one of total indifference.  Fine, see if I make sure you’re not dead again.  “One can only hope you thew this on purpose and are not actually this soft.”

“Here to keep me company, Mr. Caleb?”  The party had stopped for a short break in their travels, finding a clear stream to allow their horse to drink and for them to attempt to find any bit of shade to keep cool. Molly, deciding to allow his skin to have some air, was sitting under a tree, shirtless and shuffling his cards when the wizard approached.

“You think we’re still gonna be heroes when we get back to Rosahna? Or is this another government that we pissed off?” She tosses her staff in the air and catches it again, just to give her hands something to do. “ ‘Cause I’m not feeling great about our chances. Unless you have another miracle you can pull out of the haversack.”

There’s a huff of relief as he finds a surface which is passably soft, soon followed by a warm weight pressing at his side.  He blindly reaches, finding the wizard’s coat and pulling him closer with a tired, needy sound.“You’re quite warm, Master Widogast...”

do it do it they can travel together and camp in the wild area please he needs to be supervised of else a bewear is going to trample hime