KithKalin
A few minutes earlier, out in the hall...
Maerath's face having lit up a bit, Arana continues, "Shall we get going and grab our gear?" Stomach growls. "Excuse me. Mayhaps I should not have skipped breakfast this morn. Oh well, I'll just settle for an early lunch after our bit of exercise."
Arana and Maerath leaves the Library and just turns the corner, when they spot a sprinting Kith, thundering down the hall. Fian hisses. "Stop it, Fian! I know you don't like Kith's dirty little scoundrel of a familiar, but we should still behave ourselves." She raises her voice at the incoming individual, "Good morning, Kith. I trust your head still hurts a bit from last night's recklessness...serves you right what Charlotte did." A smirk builds on her face.
Kith slides to a halt, rumpled, tousled, out of breath. He straightens, tweaks his clothes, mysteriously they fall completely in place. He smiles warmly.
Damn, but I make this look good.
When Kith approaches, Arana straightens her back and assumes a formal tone. "Kith, may I introduce you to Maerath Iliandil, soon to be wizard extraordinaire, and his companion Squeekie. He was in Professor Brywell's advanced illusion class with me last semester (or quarter). And Maerath, KithKalin Khaladuar, a general scoundrel and his companion Turin. Kith was in my controlling your inner magic class...you know, the rein in the magic for headcases seminar."
Maerath and Kith respond in unison, "We've already met before."
Arana breaks out a small laugh. "Of course, you have. Which other miscreants would hang around here during the winter. Well, Kith, Maerath and I were just going to grab our gear for a bit of exercise. I would ask you to join us, except your furry friend seems to be in need of a good washing." She gestures toward the ferret familiar.
Kith glances past them. Turin is hanging from the top of a couch, body swaying behind it as he scrabbles for purchase against the wood. The little bandit stops, looks at Kith and sticks out his tongue, waggling it up and down, giving Kith the ferret raspberry. “Ssspppkrkrkrk”
“Ha, for that you get a full bath with… SOAP!!!”
The ferret looks startled, drops behind the sofa and spriongs into the Library.
Catch me if you can, lead foot… sppppbbbbtttt!
“Ha ha. Pardon me but the scoundrel has requested a sound thumping. I must forgo your offer of exercise for the moment,” he looks amused, then naughty, “but perhaps Arana we could ‘spar’ later?”
He bows, a short jaunty affair, then steps into the Library in search of one caped master of mischief.
Much closer to now…
Hunting high and low, Kith soon comes upon one Gnome studying.
“Hrumph.” Ryllan sounds. Then in a low voice, “What are you doing under my table?”
“Shhh, be very, very quite, I am hunting ferrets.” Sorry couldn’t help myself…
Gggggrrruuummmble. Ryllan rubs his stomach.
“Here.” Kith’s hand appears from under the table, followed by Kith himself. It is holding a cloth wrapped small bundle that he hands Ryllan. “Picked this up in the kitchens just a short bit ago. It was going to be my midday snack, but it sounds like you need it more.”
“Thanks.” Ryllan says a little surprised.
“Hey no problem, but if Yodwin catches you and asks where you got it… the answer is ‘the kitchen’…” Kith moves away, “Anyway, if you spot the furred snake of disaster, stun ‘im and give me a shout.”
Kith wanders off into the bowels of the Library…
Just to note, at the moment Kith is unarmed, unarmored…
