[BlueInTheShell]

Christoval panted and continued along the path as best as he could; lungs on fire while he pondered just how long he had before he had a demon dog coming at his heels with the intent of dragging him back to Wisp. And he was more fearful of the retribution that would come if he wasn't going to either, outrun the thing or outsmart it into doing something else. The only solace there was was the fact Wisp always made sure to make sure he was intact if he failed in this endeavor. The last time when it dragged him back with a mangled foot? Wisp had....Something...Punish the being, and what she conjured after the dog was definitely bigger and meaner than the hounds she used. Puffing his cheeks, Christoval wiped his head with his cloak, before he flared his nostrils, and looked at the bit of fabric, deciding on leaving it in thicket before cursing the gods and his mentors, and carrying back onto his task of running and staying one step away from the clutches of Wisp and her evil pets.

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Intrusiveness was a specialty of Wisp's and while she latched onto the Halfling's curiosity like a moth to the flame, the dark mage shrugged her shoulders and shook her head at Arabella, before wriggling her fingers while she delved into a tiny pouch at her waist. "Consider your trinkets penance free. Small tokens like this aren't worth the other powers' time when it comes to sucking out your soul, or damning you in contracts or deals." Wisp hummed and produced from her person a set of bracelets; the design made of blackened iron, and bearing faces warped and twisted into various states of joy and bliss, before dangling them for Ara to take. "And if you must know, the demon in question is Urkephalos, the Evening Star." Wisp was not merciless, nor truly cold-hearted. Her knowledge was invaluable when it came to her topics, and while she didn't personally enjoy the halfling's company, they were questing together, and the Guild had a habit of pointing fingers at her when things went wrong. The topic turned to Waltz, and sensing tenderness, Wisp reeled back her coarse and unrefined manner, only to sigh and drop to a crouch while the barbarian was chittering with Arabella's apprentice. "She's nice to look at. But hear me, not as Wisp. As a personal friend of Waltz's. She's a broken woman. There's a lot of pain under that smile and carefree personality. if you go to her, and it's more to handle than anticipated, you'll only hurt yourself and Waltz even further. Court her if you will, but be prepared for the baggage that comes with her history."

"Ah spent a total of two weeks in the south, so ah don't think that counts for much." Deadwaltz boomed, picking at her teeth with a finger before she slipped and clipped her gums with a nail; the large woman cursing and puffing her cheeks and resuming the conversation. "Ah mean, yah land is important. Yah can't fight on borrowed land, as they saying goes in the north-north. The comment about chocolate and vanilla made Waltz sneer and she lifted herself into a poised position; beaming like a loon and looking down at the daughter-apprentice. "Yah both are good and all, but why have chocolate or vanilla when yah can have meat! Like mahself!"

"Do you think spirits like to sit idly and wail about their lost lives? The deceased are a bunch of gossips and wanderlust-y spirits. Would you not start sneaking into places when you can float through walls undetected?" Wisp asked, turning to face Percival and snickering. "Someone who is dead finds a plethora of wealth, and then starts to brag; and the word of rotten mouth spreads rather quickly. It's a venture someone with a lot more necromantic interests than I can educate you on."

Her warhound released and on the run, Wisp blinked a few times and rubbed her forehead, continuing to lock eyes with Percival. "All brawn. Little to no brains. They're trained to either fetch, or kill. Sometimes both. The powers that be generally don't discriminate when wanting them to retrieve someone."

Finally the Dark Mage crossed her legs and preened her nails, digging a bit of soil from underneath them, bouncing a glance at Kastivi and Arabella, before barking out a command in a foul, guttural tongue. The words of demonic. Coughing and rubbing her throat after, the dark mage smiled. "20 seconds, and another hound is gonna be making its way for you, Kastivi. I would recommend running. And don't fight it, if it manages to latch onto you." Wisp mused, waving her hand to shoo away the daughter-to-be. "