Re: (IC) The Village of Korthos
The dwarf waved a hand and snorted at the healer. "Pay the pointy eared princess no heed lass...he lives fer his emotions. They mostly be anger, but i don't doubt his heart....he is a warrior, loyal to his friends" He turns, shouldering his pack as he straps the bracers on his arms, muttering. "..Somewhat think-headed fer an elf, but friend none th' less"
He looks at the woman with a smile. "I be an unusual Dwarf lass, not many claim the magical arts in my race, just like Fenris and his wild nature....but we know our places. You, me girl, have come to us as a voice o' reason and a arm against undead. Ye voice is welcome, as is ye wisdom."
Despite the dwarf's bluster, he seemed a little more cheerful this morning, if not a little tired...and this wasn't entirely from the magical items.
While studying, he went over the trip to date, how Fenris irritated him, how people left, and how his spells seemed to last only a little time (Despite being effective).
In this frustration, he felt the crumbling of a mental block....wether the need to protect his friends, or just the sheer frustration at himself, but in his spellbook, something his mentor had finally made sense.
he attained a higher level of magic.
This excited the dwarf, being able to use and test new magic spells, and this trip, if it was as half as dangerous as the rest of this island jaunt had been (Which he suspected it would), that would come all too soon
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