#que que que

// The boys are back //

In honor of these three dudes being reunited this last weekend.

“Ok. Nobody's going to stop you or anything if you wear your robes, but they’re not something that’s traditionally around worn here,” Abbie was saying, as she got together her stuff. Wallet, a borrowed book on magic identification, her nametag, some basic casting supplies. 

They had, eventually, had to call it a night, when doing more work would do more harm than good. When the symbols swirled around Abbie’s head unforgivingly. She had made them something to eat, set up the bed for Virgil, fitfully for the rest of the night.