Neurotic
I plan on living forever. Or die trying.
Martelai nods at the invoker and focuses his senses inward trying to feel the magic in the stones. He lays his hand on the stone, feels nothing and puts his forehead on it. Suddenly, he reels back as if hit and frowns. Shaking his head, the warlock closes his eyes and tries again. This time, small blue flames dance over the stone before dying out. The stone remains illuminated with faint light, more emphasizing it's there then shedding any real light.
He looks over at their hostess.
"Why do you look at me for this. It is you who suggested to call something for your amusement. Now you got something from the depths of the swamp and you blame me. Accept your responsibility and let grown ups clean your mess. Sit there on the tree beyond the stones and enjoy the view."
He looks over at their hostess.
"Why do you look at me for this. It is you who suggested to call something for your amusement. Now you got something from the depths of the swamp and you blame me. Accept your responsibility and let grown ups clean your mess. Sit there on the tree beyond the stones and enjoy the view."
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