“Stop being so serious,” Dmitri spoke from his place atop the table. A large tome in his lap as the dangling silver chains that adorned his neck and wrists chimed with each page that turned. He’d promised Boram that they’d find the spell she was looking for but to this point had no luck. “Why is this so urgent that this couldn’t wait until the next moon?... We are in the middle of harvest before the cold comes and I take my leave.” the earthen warlock asked as green orbs rose to meet her.