[h3][color=bedded][b][center]Thomas Richard Harrison[/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Road North of Salarn, Featuring a Run-away Wagon-Caravan-Payload).
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] His favourite trio it seems (Satilla, Ntaj, and a tree, Yet again) with Fine addition of the Cockney Cook running after said wagon. [/indent][/center]

Realization hits.
Did anyone write it down?
That cart's number?


Well the leaves were nice. If you enjoyed the flavor of something medicinal. It wasn't quite as noxious as some of the first things Thomas had to nibble on by the direction of Master Wolfgang. The traditional methodology after all for old alchemists was to [url= https://youtu.be/hIqIWBeX-ew?t=2m22s]sample[/url] reagents in an attempt to discover the various properties a particular prospective ingredient had. Not entirely the safest way to discern these things, but it was done in the name of the alchemic science. Fortunately the ingredients only nearly killed Thomas, as an agonizing three days of being a lab rat through this lethal hazing practice taught him valuable life lessons. Like don't stick everything in your mouth because someone tells you to for one. But Satilla seemed friendly enough, and far less crafty and wily than Master Wolfgang. Not that Master Wolfgang wanted to see Thomas dead, but merely forgot he switched his labels around on most of his ingredients as a method to deter would-be miscreants from blowing up his lab or stealing precious raer reagents.

[color=bedded]"A familiar? I've always wondered about those. Master Wolfgang said I wasn't ready or responsible enough for one..." [/color]A slight fall of his voice suggested his disappointment. Well he was a farmboy after all, how could the old wizard think he was bad with animals? Though, given the fair point that a familiar was more than just a pet. It was far more attached to the magus, than any pet and owner could be. Oh good, the cat went back inside the bag. Muttering a brief thanks and a nod to Satilla a few seconds after he saw that furry creature retreat. No he wasn't scared of cats, he just didn't like them. Snakes on the other hand...

And the Wagon bolted out of the blue. And with it a rabble of folks. Kyra was first as she bolted after the runaway cargo. Then a bird of prey, and then some elven guy Thomas randomly named [i]Thranduil[/i] riding an moose or elk. And then that Ruffian Chef person who left the fire on the bird. It seemed they were all chasing after the run-away wagon, but why? Did something hijack their mode of transport? Was the area no longer safe? Maybe a Celestial Beam spell could discourage the wa- No, it was out of range by now at the speed the Horses were going. He had no spells that could reach that far, and was probably not going to be able to catch up in time unless someone threw him a distance of at least fifteen to twenty feet. And the ground, although it was mud, did not look very pleasant to land on. So there goes the thought of having the half-orc shielding them from picking him up and throwing him. That probably wouldn't have gone so well either way.

[color=bedded]"Err, if we are getting attacked, I'm going to need one of you to be my eyes if I'm going to have to use my spells. One of them blinds me, the other makes me light-headed. I'd rather have Ntaj be the um, warrior and get up close and all, so um, Satilla, could I count on you to guide my spells if needed?"[/color] Rising and resting himself up against the tree Thomas leaned back and cupped his hands over his mouth to project as best he could while keep the chewed leaves tucked between his cheek and gums. [color=bedded]"Hey Chef-Person-Sir! I think our Goose is Cooked!"[/color]