Private Tales Dealings in Duality

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Kilien bide his time with his smoking pipe, using it as an excuse to leave the socializing to Zinnia and the creature. The feeling of being ill-at-ease would not abate despite the congeniality of the conversation between them. And he, like Zinnia, did not loose a relaxed breath until it was well away from their campsite.

"It sure was," he agreed, his pinned gaze still tracking the area where it had disappeared to, now sauntering off into the forest as the oddest looking deer you ever did see. Brows furrowed, Kilien finally broke his stare to look at Zinnia, "I need a favor, Boss."

His pipe tapped out clean against one of the campfire stones so the embers fell into the flames, he stowed the pipe away and rose to his feet.

"I need to borrow some of your mana." Borrow was the wrong word but he found saying borrow was better received than saying take. "Not much - I just want to set up a few more defensive spells for the evening..."
 
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