[BlueInTheShell]

"Not so much firsthand experience, as I've heard stories in the guildhall. People who got sloshed before an easy job. Next thing you know what you planned to face isn't actually the thing bothering you, and it gets the group mangled and failing the guild's mission it sent them on." Christoval replied, venom and irritation in his voice. Casting a peek towards the man and then towards Arabella, Christoval's face soured even more. "If he ends up getting someone harmed and I smell a hint of juniper in his breath, I'll...I'll reprimand him myself. Especially if...Well..." He droned off and looked over to Kastivi. "I just don't wanna see people I like get hurt because of stupidity."

"If yah want yah can also talk to Wisp about demons. She likes talking about them a lot too. Mostly because she knows ah got locked up in Hell for a month, and knows ah think she ain't crazy for knowing all ah that." Waltzed added in, hiking a massive thigh up and scratching underneath, only to pull a small beetle from her skin and flick it into the woods. "Ah mean, not that ah wish for it, but if yah got some Elves or Greenies invading, it'd probably get your asses in gear, yah?"

Waltz then inched towards Kastivi, still chuckling, and gave her a couple of nudges in the rib with her elbow. The dark-skinned southlander was a snow lover? Something she didn't expect at all. "Yah sure you don't have a little bit a Northerner in yahself? People down here hate the snow. Pansies." Waltz said, cracking herself up and rubbing her face with a oil-coated hand. "Yah should go swimming nekkid in the snow, if so yah knight person oogles you more. And he can defend you against the snow sharks." Waltz said, waggling her eyebrows and nudging her once again. Those two were so cute. And she liked the sound of Aunty Deadwaltz.

Noting the young pyromancer's glances at his arquebus, Christoval unslung it from his back and offered it towards Kastivi so she could examine it more intensely, the knight shrugging his shoulders. "Put black powder and a metal ball in the tube, use a spark to launch the ball like a sling." He said, putting it's use in layman's terms and grinning at her question. "I get more educational lectures than I do any martial training. I mean, Wisp has a weapon, she just doesn't have the skill needed to really teach me anything combat related." He sighed, before thanking the gods his small bout of staring at his master's bits went unnoticed. "I have to give her credit though. I know enough about magic to at least know what might be coming my way and how to defend against it. That's about it. If you wanna help train, I won't say no."

Wisp blinked a few times, Percival's voice bringing her slightly back into tune with the living. Yawning the dark mage shrugged her shoulders and snorted. "Evil things in the woods. I guess we have more eyes on us than just goblins I suppose. You know the dead. They speak in riddles and like to torment the living sometimes with cryptic nonsense." It was almost theatrical how a cold wind blew in front of the dark mage, the woman rolling her eyes at the timing before looking to the rest of the group. "Should we continue? At the very least we can make it to the monastery and not have to worry about camping in the dark with shadows looming over us all."