Bristle let the orb die out with a small warble. Free time now? He wasn't sure that that word was in the master's vocabulary. Well whatever, free time was good time. It was a shame he couldn't mess around with magic more without the risk of turning himself inside out. Which would be an interesting experience, but painful and likely fatal. Two things that Bristle didn't like very much. [b]"Cya nerds."[/b] he said casually and walked out, only stumbling slightly when he found his legs were somewhat weaker than he expected. Naturally he went to find his old clothes, he needed to retrieve his toys and... other things. Even a wizard had locked doors right? And locked doors usually had something exciting behind them!