[BlueInTheShell]

Deadwaltz had to admit, that watching the two try and defend their virtue with one another and their relationship was probably the most interesting thing she had managed to get out of them so far. The fire in their bellies was gonna erupt at some point, though. In her mind, if anything, they might as well just began the skin-to-skin tango and just get it over with. Deadwaltz crossed her arms however. That's not how things were done here at least. 'Courting' or whatever the more finicky populations in places like this was the way to go. A complete waste of time in Deadwaltz's eyes. Mimicking Kastivi, Deadwaltz snickered and snorted like a boar, her icy eyes rolling and the large barbarian crossing her arms. "Ah repeat mahself. Yet. But that's a talk when you all do the nasty and whatnot." Deadwaltz cooed in response.

The mystery healer had Deadwalt's interests piqued and the rather predatory, inquisitive look on her face made it all to apparent, before the woman placed a hand on her chin and began to scratch in thought; her other hand itching under her chest as she grumbled under her breath for a few brief moments. "Well, ah made mah living killing things -really- good. Ask Wisp." Deadwaltz beamed, taking the assumed compliment from Kastivi and puffing out her chest. "I watched her get swallowed by a dragon, only for her immense bulk and heaving features to choke the beast to death." Wisp quipped, going back to her own doings while Deadwaltz cackled like a loon. "Mah axe just got lodged in their was all. Not mah tits. But yah. I'll do mah best. Fucked for thought on who we got as a healer. The only blokes ah know around here who heal are Gastus. But last ah heard, he ain't right in the head anymore."

"He ended up in the hands of a succubus. Tried summoning her back. Ended up bringin out a horned monstrosity that most certainly was not a succubus. I had been called to assist with that." Wisp croned again, sighing and shaking her head. "That's why I advise against devil and demon summoning, despite the hypocrisy."

The name was mentioned, and Deadwaltz lit up at the mention of the man on the list. "Percival AH! Mah favorite healer. Good one. Grouch. You think healers would be ah lot nicer about the whole getting hurt thing."

While Deadwaltz and Kastivi were locked in conversation, Christoval had moved over towards Wisp, who seemed to look at the young knight's presence with a bit of suspicious - Christoval frowning, and then instantly turning the frown upside down when she gestured to the seat next to her; Christoval plopping down and doing his best to point at Deadwaltz in the most non-noticable way possible- Wisp leaning in and whispering to the boy, whose eyes went wide at her. Christoval whispered back, and the two were lost in their own hushed conversation, though the duo looked towards Kastivi when she began to make her departure speech, the young knight giving her a broad, brightened smile. "I'll see you when Dawn is approaching!" His voice streaked with enthusiasm - A stark contrast to the brooding Wisp who offered a small "Go away, then."

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Christoval had woken up to his shirt pulled open from his body, and a slew of body paint adorned with symbols he did not recognize, the boy throwing himself out of bed and then turning towards the sole, obvious culprit of the defilement of his body; Wisp sitting on her bed and watching him like a hawk, before she shrugged and offered him a proper morning greeting.

"You only tossed and turned three times in your sleep. That's a vast amount less than normal when I normally watch you at night."

Christoval yawned, blinked and then smeared and rubbed off the body paint; the scowl on his face giving testement to how his mood was going to be so early in the day. "Y-you watched me sleep all night? How are you not tired? Why...Why would you even do that?" Christoval sputtered out, moving over to a washbasin and splashing lukewarm water on his face to try and lighten heavy eyelids. "This was so completely uncalled for, Wisp."

"One, I can't ever sleep in places like this. Too many people to try and kill me in my sleep at night. Second, the symbols were to protect you of course. I would be in deep trouble if my apprentice was found dead. And considering I have no alibi, it's best to not take the chance." Wisp replied, sliding off her bed and twirling her finger around. "Look away. You have Kastivi to stare at now. I don't need eyes prancing on me when I change."

Christoval did as he was asked, before snorting and letting a sliver of snark leak out of his tone. "Because you leave so much to the imagination to begin with..."

"...So you do stare at me when I'm not noticing."

"Th-that's not what I meant!"

Wisp snorted and snapped her finger, the door to the room opening, and the dark mage pulling out her clothing for the day and sliding and tucking everything into it, before she slithered out the door, her voice sing-song as she went down the stairs. "Christoval ~ The young little lecherous knight, who likes to stare at innocent damsels ~"

Christoval was soon dressed himself, and carrying both of the bags, along with his slew of weapons, rolled his eyes. A rough morning already, but he was going to make the most out of it. Come training, he was gonna make sure Wisp got at least one good whack from a practice sword, as a bit of respite for now...

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Deadwaltz was found to be the second of the group to enter the mainhall, the woman munching on a leg of some form of meat while she stomped down; boots clinging with metal jingles from various baubles; her fur cloak wrapped around her like a blanket as she flopped onto a table and closed her eyes. The lot could wake her up when they were ready to be out the door, and the large woman soon snoring loudly enough to make others look at her with annoyance.