[BlueInTheShell]

Wisp flared her nostrils for a second, but backed down from the inevitable possibilities of competing with the Halfling for attention from her patron. Wisp had clawed, and murdered her way into her patronage, and while she was more than comfortable in her place where she was at now, even the slimmest possibility of change was something she was going to halt immediately. "The price was an...Interesting bargain. But better than anything I could get elsewhere. As for finding you someone, it all depends mostly on you. There's plenty of things that you can ask for depending on what you want." Wisp trailed off for a second when the halfling mentioned what she could offered, taking a breath and deciding on the best way to explain things. "I would assume you have a soul. Or if your thirst for knowledge is powerful enough, your morals could be given away. You would be amazed at how atrocious you really are when wishes can come true."

"Arabella. Stop worrying. It brings you even more wrinkles. Just walk up to her when you lot are alone." Wisp said, her voice stale and the dark mage scowling. "Five years is plenty time to recover, and if you need privacy to just follow your heart, I'll go over there and tantalize Percival with my backside until he follows me." Wisp snorted, rolling her eyes and looking at the wizard for a second.

Deadwaltz nodded her head vigorously at Percival and grunted at him. "Well that's rude, Ah am pretty civilized. Yah think I am not civilized or anything, then Yah ain't met the people in the Deep West. Ah wear clothes. They don't." Wagging her eyebrows, the barbarian leaned in close and snickered. "Well, Ah'm pretty sure that definitely happened, considering yah a different person when you're in the vodka." Deadwaltz looked over at Wisp for a second, the Dark Mage's eyes rolling at the two; Waltz shrugging her shoulders.

"Would you prefer the students calling you father instead, Percival?" Wisp quipped, holding out her hand for the pipe once more once she resettled with the Halfling, and snickering to herself.

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Christoval pursed his lips into the thinnest line he could muster. It was bad enough this was already turning into a different hunt and job than he was anticipating. Now anything was in the air, and being this lacking in preparation was going to worry him, and irritate Wisp even more. "I just wish I knew what they were running away from, so we could at least be a bit more useful." Christoval said, frowning.

"Make it to the river. As fast as you can. Swim for a while. A long time. They're patient." Christoval said immediately, already breaking into a run again, and heading towards what he hoped would be the direction of water.