Jax rubs his hand up and down the Glasstaff. His Glasstaff. It was beautiful. It was...
He looked down once more at his old master.
He grabs Glasstaff's ankle, dragging his body to a corner of the room, well away from any books and papers, then quickly strips the mage's robe and tosses it to Brother Lantern, in case he wanted to search it more. "Hide that."
Then he turns to Glasstaff's body, and raises his hands, thumbs together.
Fire erupted from his fingers, engulfing the body, roasting it, hopefully, beyond recognition.
He had expected to feel some pleasure from this kill, from scorching the body of the one who ruined his life, but he only felt numb. He didn't even burn the body out of spite, but out of necessity. His victory was...anticlimactic. He hadn't even gotten a last word.
OOC:
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Anyone can interrupt at any time. I just went on in case they don't. I'm willing to follow someone else's lead at this point. I think there are still prisoners somewhere.
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