[BlueInTheShell]

Wisp gave a 'Ho-hum' kinda of sigh while she watched the feet that dangled from the rock Arabella was on, the woman finally resorting to just wiping off the charcoal along her eyes and leaving small spackles of black across her eyes, and reddened eyes. Wisp personally was the living hypocrisy of her own words. As a former priestess, she knew damn well what would happen when she tempted herself with dark magic, and here she was now. The exact same, only instead of banishing demons with faith, it was force of will and anger. But the Halfing seemed keen on being taught, and at the mention of being called a student, Wisp waved her hand and shook her head. "I'm not a mentor. More of a middleman. You'll see come tonight." She shrugged, taking a breath and twiddling her fingers. First step was finding a patron for the Halfling. Which was never fun.

"Oh, she has things to hide. But if no one knows what to ask, does she have to explain it in her honest ways?" Wisp replied, biting her lower lip and wagging her eyebrows at the halfling, all the while sinking her proverbial fangs into the reddening Halfling. Matchmaker should be a title added to her repertoire. "I mean, if you wanna try and do the whole courting thing and sing her a sonnet, go ahead. Just don't expect her to fall head over heels for you." She paused for a moment, looking at Waltz and Percival before nodding. "I'm glad to be enlightened as to know the two have been intimate. I'm trying to picture Percival trying to take the reins in their tryst. And it's not possible. At all."

Deadwaltz was cracking up at Percival's imitation of...Whoever he was talking about. Waltz herself had been blitzed for the most part of that day as well, but the most vivid thing she could recall was banging her head on the ground when the mage had tried hefting her up, and then having to drag his sore back to the bed and finish the job herself. "Well, if yah don't like being called Percy yah should get yah named changed. Ah didn't even know Percy-vale was yah real name for the longest time." Her voice cracked and she snickered, before looming over towards Percival and locking his head in her arms to administer a noogie, hat or no hat. "Now ah should just call yah 'Hobbly' because everyone else does!"

Waltz and Wisp however wondered the same thing: How fast did Kastivi dart when the hound followed after her?

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Christoval had managed to buy himself some time at least, and he knew it. Wearing his cloak had coated it in his scent, and keeping it tossed into the bushes? It was at least a few minutes of reprieve from running. Smiling to himself, the young knight-to-be hopped over a small creek and continued on his escape, before stopping at the sight in front of him when he passed a large rock: the small green humanoid bleeding profusely, and barely breathing.

Something had gotten to it. And from the looks of it, the goblin was running away from his little cave. Unusual. Wisp's books said they always headed towards home in a panick. His thoughts however, were rocked and he snapped back into the world once more when the being let out a terrified gargle, doing its best to stab at the air at Christoval to keep him back.

Sighing and shaking his head, Christoval steeled himself and kicked the Goblin's arm into the ground, before drawing his sword and giving the monster a coup de grace. He hated their kind but at the same time? Nothing needed to suffer like that. Though now he was worried. What if something bigger and meaner was in store for them? Maybe he could sneak back to the group without the hound catching him...It was worth a shot.