[i][color=gray]A wish?

What would we do with a wish? How much could be done with a wish?
I...I wish...[/color][/i]

Kaite dropped the ring in awe of what was happening, unsure if the magic was even answering to Tiberius's command. Introspection dawned as the ring fell to offer the three letters to the knight.

[i][color=gray]I wish I could have stopped him...I wish he wasn't such a fool...I wish I could go home. I wish mother would speak to me, again...I wish I just left him there! I wish I was a blacksmith! I wish...I wish the world would leave me alone!

I wish I could go home...[/color][/i]

Dabbing her face with the tattered cloak, Kaite knelt to retrieve the ring and stuffed it into her pack. Staring down for a moment, she took a deep breath to compose herself and glared up at the angelic figure in silence where others surely had questions or other comments along Sadron's lines. Kaite rejected the supposed wish, disbelieving of the rings and especially of their power to so simply call forth the dead. The final straw was the supposed 'storyteller' making a wish to mend time and return life to the slain high-elf.

Silence fell over the scene as the wish was unrequited, magic conceived by gods and men lacking the strength to undo past failures. Sadron set off with a tap of his staff to signify the beginning of their quest. [color=a187be]"What did you think would happen?"[/color] Kaite growled after a few moments, teeth grit as she wrestled with shouldering her gear.[color=a187be] "A trinket fixing a permanence...phteh"[/color] she spat through her grumbling while loading their pack with the rest of the provided provisions. Settling the helmet back on her head, the visor snapped shut and locked seemingly on its own while she threw her hood back up. [color=a187be]"Maybe in a fairytale."[/color] The voices were thrilled and each one had an angle to offer about death, though Kaite wasn't in the mood to listen.