Darvin glances up from his books and wrinkles his nose - a habit his cousin is familiar with.
"I have heard tell that "adventure"" the young Wizard pronounces the word with considerable distaste,
"tends to speed the development of magical aptitude, I cannot imagine why, but since I have no other pressing engagements..." He grins and pats his crossbow, lending the lie to his oft attempted grump wizard character. Upon his shoulder Nibs, Darvin's ever present white rat familiar, chitters approvingly. "Besides I hear crossbow bolts through the temple are "in" amongst Hobgoblins these days and we can hardly have unfashionable Hobgoblins running around now can we?" 
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