[BlueInTheShell]

Wisp sighed and looked over to the boy who was now hefting both bags, and beaming with anticipiation to go towards the great outdoors into adventure, and then towards her hands. She could make him run agility courses again if they got a decent a break along their travels, though her thoughts were interrupted with Percival's voice. "My apprentice will just have to be worked twice as hard then." She mused back towards the healer, the woman shrugging her shoulders. "I have you to mend anything broken." Twisting her back and letting a few vertebrae pop back into their place, the dark mage rubbed where she had stretched and puffed her cheeks. "I've slept in streets comfier than this place. I hate guildhalls. No respect towards veterans who want appropriate accommodation."

Christoval's strength returned the moment he got a flash of smile from the daughter-in-training, his groggy eyes growing less heavy so his bright blue hues could soak in as much as he could of the girl before he had to blink. His resolve swelled in his heart. This was it. Time to actually go somewhere where danger was around the corner, and all the gods and devils in the world wouldn't be able to save whatever tried to harm the lass he was staring at. Glancing at his two bags, and then towards the two Daughters, Christoval sniffled and perked out with a small voice. "Excuse me, Ms. Arabella? If you have another set of weights, could you fasten them to me as well? If I have no training with Wisp, and have to wait for Deadwaltz when we rest, I still wanna keep testing myself."

Deadwaltz was busy readying herself, the woman carrying two swords and peering at the more intricate looking blade, the weapon seemingly locked in it's scabbard with a set of chains with a small lock. The other one was a simple, crude looking thing. A Zweihander of crude, rustic Northmen iron that had seen more than its fair share of combat; Waltz peering at it and giving it a small kiss on the pommel before setting the two swords on her back. "Ah'm ready to bash mahself some good monsters. Ain't gonna be anything big though right? No fun." Waltz boomed, swishing over towards Percival and resting her head on his. "And we got tha' best healer in mah opinion. No deaths today!"

"Not enough healers. Most people want to delve into the lightning and hurling fire." Wisp replied nonchalantly to Percival, eyes looming over towards the Halfling and the apprentice. "At least the road some of us went down was something that requires a clever mind to stay afloat in." The barb put to the back of her head for later in case Arabella needed to be snarky once more, the Dark Mage shrugged her shoulder at Percival. "The Dead whisper the directions. No need for a map. The goblins are near Prayta Monastery. Roads don't exist on the way to that place. They like their privacy."