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Plutus had often been told, on numerous occasions, by his older companion that he was an awful judge of character. Naïve and reckless, Bayard had called him. Despite the sting of those words, deep down the boy knew there was some truth to them. Despite that, the young lad instinctually relaxed his stance once the pair of strangers made their intentions clear and offered to help them on their way. He knew in his gut they were telling the truth.

Bayard was not as easily convinced. He wasted no time in retrieving his weapon, keeping one hand on the hilt while he eyed off the armour-clad mage and his younger friend with suspicion. Plutus thought perhaps it best to err on the side of caution with his friend, maintaining a relaxed stance but keeping his distance from the pair.

“[color=lemonchiffon]Guild business, you say?[/color]” Bayard repeated after the older mage with a scrutinizing raised brow. “[color=lemonchiffon]Which guild would that be?[/color]”

“[color=skyblue]I’ve never seen a Guild before.[/color]” Plutus remarked quietly, his eyes widened in awe as he tried to scan the pair for a recognisable mark. The thought was quite romantic. Brave heroes banded together under a single flag, rescuing damsels in distress and slaying mighty beasts. These two were after a group of Dark Wizards. The young lad could barely contain his excitement, disregarding everything Bayard had tried to teach him about treading lightly. Bounding up to the two wizards, he clasped his hands together and stared up at the golden hero.

“[color=skyblue]We can help! Bayard here is a wizard, and so am I! I’m still training but I won’t get in the way! I’ve always dreamed of being a real hero like you Guild wizards. Oh, please let us come along with you I promise you won’t regret it![/color]” The words gushed from his mouth in an excited stream, only just barely comprehendible.

Bayard was stunned, his forehead planted firmly in his palm while a low groan escaped his lips.

“[color=lemonchiffon]Ignore him. Just show us the way forward and we’ll leave you be.[/color]” Bayard shot his companion an annoyed scowl, which Plutus returned whilst crossing his arms over his chest as a spoilt child would.

“[color=skyblue]I want to help them, Bayard![/color]” He spun around, ignoring Bayard and resuming his overzealous bombardment.

Stepping forward, Bayard grasped the back of Plutus’ scale mail and practically peeled him off the wizards.

“[color=lemonchiffon]We are not going with them.[/color]” Plutus winced at the finality of his tone. Bayard was a stubborn grouch, but the way he spoke in that moment was so commanding and, dare he say it, protective? . At first it unnerved him, but that fear quickly boiled over into anger.

“[color=skyblue]Don’t tell me what I can or can’t do! They’re going after people who might know where Fay is! You promised to help me find her![/color]” Plutus stuck his finger into Bayard’s chest with an accusative gaze. The older mage sighed, defeated by the reminder of that damned promise. Every bone in his body was telling him they should just move on and let these wizards do their job. Yet it was the rowdy punk’s eerily contagious sense of duty that, once again, lead Bayard diving head first into unnecessary risks. 

Staring up at the two wizards, Bayard nudged Plutus forward before addressing them.
“[color=lemonchiffon]The kid wants to help. He’s looking for someone. If it ain’t too much trouble, why not let us tag along for a bit?[/color]” Bayard wasn’t certain they would accept the offer; but he was damned sure Plutus wouldn’t take no for an answer.