#hardlynxble

“C’mon, Wynne, you’re not ready to leave me behind already, are you? I know I’m a pain in the ass but we all have our own ways of showing love,” he joked, though his voice trembled. 

"... I feel like I'm being judged for something."

The mage clutched at his wounded arm. Damn Templar nearly cut the whole thing off. Neil took a step back from the white-haired mage in front of him. He knew Wynne could handle a Templar or two. Hell, she could probably handle a whole army of them on her own. Still, hewas ready to give her support if she needed it. 

He blinks once, twice, and lowers the blade of his staff. The young mage shakes himself and takes a step away from Wynne. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean... Everything just happened so fast, I didn’t know who to trust. I’m sorry, Wynne,” Neil took a breath to calm down, “What’s going on? They say Uldred used Blood Magic. That there are demons are in the Tower.” 

Someone has to make sure this youngling goes to class. 

[msg: Gran] omm yes you did that right [msg: Gran] keep doing that forever please that’s great

[msg: Gran] oh[msg: Gran] thanks. i really needed that. [msg: Gran] seriously, thanks. love you too, gran

Thanks Gran ilu