[@Wraithblade6][@shinigami94]

“Probably something with the markets. Someone is probably evading tariffs and didn’t think of the consequences. Yet look how something as simple as not declaring a few books could turn into a tragedy. I’m amazed that only three died in that blizzard. It could have wiped some towns off the map if we weren’t there. This is why I try to reach out to young mages so they don’t make mistakes like this. Like me.” Mithias stared into his tea his perpetual jovial perspective slowing to a halt.

“Mithias, how many funerals do you think you’ve seen watching your family live on and die as you remain? I’ve probably been to three times that. So many friends, family members, loves, all of them taken by time while I remain here outliving far better men and women. All because of one choice made in youth. It wasn’t even hard. Eternal life in trade for what? Nothing but that the demon would get to laugh at my torment. Of course I took the bargain. I didn’t even regret it for the few funerals. I would miss them of course, but I would make new friends meet new loves. I was right I would and they would pass away as well. Even Joseph will one day be unable to turn back the clock. All this from one choice that I could have avoided if only I had a guiding hand.”

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The hunter shifted and opened one eye to give a quizzical look. His reputation for injury was fairly well known. It didn’t matter if he had back up or not Jaklo was willing to risk himself for the mission. A habit many had tried to curb. He just didn’t care nearly enough about himself to avoid getting hurt. If he could do it instead of others that was the best option in his book, but it wasn’t that simple now. When he lost Wolf he lost everyone, but some people at W&R actually seemed to care about him at the very least as another member of the team if not a good acquaintance, maybe a friend. Jaklo closed his eyes mulling the thought over.