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[h1][b][i][color=Gold]Rhys Asher[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/378688333867646976/422255485312565259/df0f62f8c2142e8ad9d0dec68836d9f6.png[/img][/center]
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[center][color=Gold]Location: His home[/color][/center]
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Rhys hissed as the ether smeared rag was smashed against his skull. At least the boy meant well and had stayed put. [color=Gold]"Careful lad. Gentle, I do not need more wounds. And dip that in the ether and hold it over a flame before you stick it in my head."[/color] His words were softly said, but there was a biting sternness to his voice as Badger tended to the damnable wound. Curse the ExtraOrdinary Wizard and Palace folk for this!

As Badger finished the task set before and the blood stopped flowing, Rhys took a large swallow of drink he had fetched from a small cabinet he kept such- edible and non-poisonous potion ingredients. [color=Gold]"When Tom is better he should be able to. The [b]Call[/b] I placed upon him should work and lead him back here."[/color] Giving the boy a firm and friendly clasp on the shoulder, Rhys gave a groan as he stood up and walked to the potion he had been making. With luck it would not be ruin, but luck was a fickle thing and seemed to have fled him of late. [color=Gold]"A [b]Call[/b] is used to make someone come to the one who [b]Called[/b]. It's more complicated and difficult than simply that, but that is the gist of it. If you want a useful spell generally that would be [b]Cause[/b] or something you can try, [b]Fetch[/b] spell."[/color] Gesturing for the boy to stand were he was, Rhys tossed one of his less useful tomes in the middle of the floor. [color=Gold]"Focus, imagine the book coming to your hand, imagine walking over and picking up the book without actually doing it. Repeat [b]'Fetch book'[/b]." Rhys left the words he uttered without meaning, giving it that subtle twist that would not send the book to him. What good would it do when he needed the boy to learn?

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[h1][b][i][color=Lavender]Skaoi Silverveil[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center][color=Lavender]Location: Palace - Infirmity[/color][/center]
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Skaoi winced when Becky called the man a 'rat bastard'. Not that she was wrong, but Skaoi found such language and insults pointless at best and just rude at worse. A fact she would not hold against the woman, for who was she to judge? Her own crimes were far worse according to her family. Her shoulders slumped dejectedly at that thought as she dismissed it to turn her attention to Myrus adjusting several herbal powders into a small mug of water. It did not need to be heated luckily, a cold tea sometimes would work better than a warm one if merely for the comfort of the flavoring.

As Emperor Taj and Queen Valda entered the infirmary, Skaoi's pale hand jerked slightly in shock before resuming the mixing and straining. Why did she have to be at the Palace with nobility about? It was not that she disliked it, but rather that she feared to draw attention to herself. Keeping her eyes to her work as she gave a deft curtsy to the two leaders, the woman considered what they spoke of. Apparently this Esren had placed a spell upon Myrus and killed the Queen while working in league with the Port Witches. Now this troubling person was supposedly dead, and Skaoi winced at the callus way life was treated. It went against her grain as someone who helped people heal and live. [color=Lavender]"Drink, Your Highness. It will sooth your nerves."[/color]