[BlueInTheShell]

"Essentially it wouldn't be me breaking him. It would be what I summoned to have his agility training begin." Wisp said, a rather malicious smile escaping her face as a small pit of shadow formed in her hands, the braying of some beast leaking out from her palm, before she closed her hand into a fist; the inky spot leaving as soon as it came in. "I simply work him half to death because no one else is gonna give him leeway when he becomes...A knight." She said, sticking her tongue out and shuddering. "I'd rather keep him for myself. I'd give him the metal plate and a title myself, if he is so craven for it." While the Tender began to fill the healer's canteen, and pulled out her own. "When you can, Tender. Sweet Water, if you would be so kind." Turning her head towards Percival, the Dark Mage crossed her arms and nodded. "The company of demons is preferable. And I do speak from experience."

Bending down a little to take the weights from the Halfling, Christoval nodded at her and held them in his hand for a moment, the comment about chafing whisking over his head for a brief moment. Slowly but surely however, Arabella's comment began to click in his head, and the face went from a light pink, to a deepened crimson as it took hold on his mind. His thoughts turned from the weights to the thoughts of Kastivi being that close to his person, and soon enough the crimson in his face almost went purple from sheepishness. "Uh...Ahem. Err, I'm sure I can tie them too." Was all he could sputter, shooting looks at both Daughters. He wished he could have burrowed his head in the sand, but it was too late. The Damage was done. For now he throw the weights around his neck and fastened them like a necklace, the boy already sweating from the strain.

Deadwaltz leaned into Percival, letting her body ooze over him while she addressed Kastivi with a large, boorish smile, and breath that reeked of salted meat and stale ale that wafted into the healer's nose (the poor bastard.) "Ah! Ah'll make sure to put on mah best show when I rip an' tear them green folk's head from their shoulders. Ah could probably crush one in muh thighs too, but the last time ah did that, Percival was there and Ah saw him get stiff if yer catch mah drift." Deadwaltz boomed with laughter, and the barbaric woman pushed herself from the Healer and itched herself. "Hrrrn...Ah wonder if yah magic folk can magic away mah fleas."

Deadwaltz then addressed Percival with a shrug. "Ah ain't seen any other healer last like yah do, mah sir. Compliments earned and whatnot. Ah'm hoping we all make it out. Ah hate seeing people get hurt." Waltz frowned and wrinkled her nose, shooting an iron glance at Wisp, who returned it with a cold, dead stare - The Dark Mage shrugging her shoulders, and prattling with Percival. "I considered the path of healing myself. Fates change. I can lead the way, but we go at my pace, and I won't hesitate to leave people behind so the Wodnik can eat you."

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Wisp took off at a rather hectic pace, the skies a morose shade of grey with the faint hint of rain on the horizon. A few paces down the town was where the neer-do-wells were dealt with; the trees littered with a few hanging, swinging bodies that marked people as thieves and murderers; the Dark Mage stopping and tilting her head towards a few of them, before carrying on.