[sylvanSpider]

Percival saw nothing wrong with working the younglings hard. He'd been worked hard as a lad, and felt himself all the better for it. “Nothing but improvement can come from a good training or strength session--” He'd been ready to tell her that he approved before she mentioned that she might actually break her poor bright-eyed apprentice and he shut his mouth for a moment, pressing his lips together tightly, “I am not here to heal party-bred wounds. I would appreciate it if you didn't make me use unnecessary magics to mend uncalled for breaking.” He took one last swig of his ale before handing over a canteen to the bartender, “I'll pay you to fill it to the top with something heavy.” He turned back to Wisp. It was strange how often he found himself more or less agreeing with her. The bartender disappearing with his canteen, Percival deemed it alright to respond, “Hells, I've slept in caves comfier than this place. Their version of hospitality is rivaled only by those of cannibals.”

Arabella sighed seeing that conversation take place. She knew that Percival was up to any challenge as far as healing went. She'd worked with him in the past, and generally so far as socializing went, he'd always kept to himself silently preparing spells and making sure the party stayed alive. Now, it seemed he'd regressed into alcoholism now tired, a lone healer lost in a sea of warriors. She was all too happy to be taken out of that train of thought by Wisp's young apprentice, “Sadly, I have only two pairs, however, I can take them back at the hour intervals if you'd like. It will be less to carry, and I would appreciate it.” She knelt down unfastening the weights and handed them to Christoval. “May they serve you well,” she said grinning up at him and stood on her tiptoes, loud whispering, “If you need helps with the knots, Kastivi knows how to tie them properly to avoid chafing.”

Kastivi turned red, accidentally catching it and scratched the back of her head turning away. She'd put the weights over the pants, and they were fastened close enough that they didn't rub against her ankles, loose enough that it didn't cut circulation. Instead of responding, she looked to Deadwaltz. She found that she seemed to like the woman almost instantly despite her initial dread. “I'm anxious to see you in action, Deadwaltz. I've heard tales of you, and meeting you in person it's easy to believe them.”

Percival blinked, remembering now that Deadwaltz was not one for personal boundaries. She had none herself and expected none from anyone else, “Well, I'm glad you're putting such high faith in me. I suppose I am in practice and haven't lost anyone for a long while, so I hope that faith is well placed.” He looked to Wisp, traces of a smile hinted at the corners of his mouth, “If there isn't truth in that statement, I don't know what truth is. The healing school is the smallest distinguished universities on this side of the continent there is. At this rate, it seems I'll never retire.” He nodded with approval. No preparations necessary, and her words matched up with his conclusions at study the night prior, “Very well. Can they lead you the way? I believe preparations have been made and we are ready.”