[Gallagher]

"No?" he questioned, raising a brow slightly. The subtle shift in the man's attention made his own change as well. He glanced back over his shoulder, scanning the darkness for a brief moment before he caught sight of the little thief. He grinned. "Ah, pay him no mind. Little worm's my own assistant of sorts." He nodded, raising his hand to just a sparse couple of inches away from his own chest. A soft, rose colored glow formed across the length of his hand, condensing into a hastily formed orb. Gabriel rolled it into his palm before tossing it off towards his wagon, where it remained floating in midair, illuminating his belongings. "Oi," he called to the thief, "grab the water, and... one of the ink bottles." He looked back to the man and nodded towards the wounded child. "You mind?"



Proper magic works with nature and science. We simply don't understand enough to see the big picture just yet.