[center][h3] Kill the Spyder [/h3][/center]

[sub] Concerning:[@WeepingLiberty][@Rune_Alchemist][@Dark Light][/sub]


[center][b][color=00746b][h2]Arden[/h2][/color][/b]
Chapter 1.7
Chores and duties [/center]
[hr]([i]@ the Fortress [/i])[hr]

As the monster hunting trio headed towards their destination Arden followed at the back of the small group, keeping out of site, out of the way and unheard. As he was taught to.
Nonetheless he held a faint smile on his face, someone was concerned for his welfare. Be it inadvertently due to care for their own or not, it was still a foreign concept. 
He also relished in being referred to as an apprentice, compared to his usual titles apprentice was quite uplifting. It's true he had been learning what he could where he could, but Miria was far from an educating mentor with her appetite for, well, other things. 
But thanks to what knowledge and experience he could drain from her and her resources, coupled with his many tireless hours of clandestine training, Arden's blood magic had since superseded his mistresses awareness. 
He kept his true talents, like his training, hidden.

So when he heard Celia mention blood magic an excitement grew within him. Quickly filling the silence he took his turn to answer with a simple short yet safe reply.

"[b]I am the son of a witch and share my mothers blood, I will be fine.[/b]"

Arden used old formalities to both answer and avoid the question. He had learnt that some of the elder and more ritual bound witches didn't like males to refer to themselves as such, instead believing it was more than just magic that made a woman a witch.
So Arden played it safe and kept his cards to his chest. After Celia's reply hopefully his own wouldn't draw too much of Nymphadora's attention.