Mar 6, 2018
@aurielswaywardson
“Tick.” The Altmer’s tone is disapproving, but he seems amused as well while he slowly approached the younger elf. “What have you gotten yourself into?” He sighed, before taking a roll of bandages and a health potion and directing a deadpan look at the injured mer. “Or do I even want to know?”
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“...there was a mage and I tried to pick his satchel.” Tick said, red starting to creep into that pale face of his. “He had a book I wanted to look at. But he caught me.”
He held up his hands sheepishly as evidence of his foolishness. The mage was apparently proficient in flame spells, giving him enough of a taste to get the small elf to back off. “Oops.”
