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Wil resisted the urge to look at the ring on his finger. He knew the sorcerer within had promised him access to the large swathe of magic he possessed in return for a host of sorts, but he hadn't ever pushed the limits of what that magic was to something like flying or stepping through shadows. Was that even possible? He dare not ask in case the sorcerer got it into his head that was a fine idea in order to escape that pesky ghost girl.
"Great," he sighed glumly and took back the bottle of whisky to take a long drag straight from the bottle. "So... you don't want to be here?" he asked cautiously. Maybe if he could get Edric to give him a lift on the way out... he might not be able to talk to trees but they didn't seem to bother him when they... you know... stabbed him.
He held the bottle out to the dreadlord.
"Great," he sighed glumly and took back the bottle of whisky to take a long drag straight from the bottle. "So... you don't want to be here?" he asked cautiously. Maybe if he could get Edric to give him a lift on the way out... he might not be able to talk to trees but they didn't seem to bother him when they... you know... stabbed him.
He held the bottle out to the dreadlord.