but a simple hex
There were a few people in camp that Morgan had absolutely never considered asking for help.
Of course, he was now standing outside the tent of one of those exact people. In his defense, though, when would he have ever thought he’d need to ask for a hex? That wasn’t his usual modus operandi, he was more fond of the magic he could summon with tomes.
Well, regardless of any previous qualms he might’ve had, he was here now. He knocked on one of the tent’s support beams, figuring if there was anyone he should announce his presence to it’d be Tharja.
“H-hey, Tharja!” he said, getting impatient and opening the tent flap after getting no response for a minute. “Can I ask you for a favor? I mean, a hex? Well, I guess it’s technically both, but I suppose it wouldn’t be quite as much of a favor if I offered to do something in return...? I can do that too if you want!” He might as well be as nice as he could, no need to bother the dark mage more than necessary.
