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[color=f7976a]“We’ve only completed one of these and already I’m sick of this place.”[/color] Varis snapped, his hands still tucked firmly in his pockets. Clones? Poorly made if the boy’s description could be trusted. Even the Salem brat with his quarter of a brain could figure out anything remotely resembling ‘cheery’ on Varis was about as far from his personality as possible. Add in weapons and feeding and it sounded like he was painted like an Astorio. 

[color=f7976a]“Remind me to have a word about the accuracy of these with Ryner on top of every other insult I’ve suffered tonight.”[/color] Varis instructed. Incompitent illusion mages. Weapons and happiness. Clearly, they’re far too wrapped up in their own asses to realize Varis had neither of those. The thought vanished as something he thought wouldn’t happen until he had to look at the Princess’ smug face again.

He could see. 

He would absolutely never admit it but it nearly moved him to tears. He blinked, even the little bit of light provided by the moon and stars alone too much for his sensitive eyes, and he squinted as the skull shone in response to his own image resisting where the boy had complacently vanished moments before. Well, at least they got that right. Like he’d submit to some unintelligent piece of human anatomy. Although, humans were idiots by nature so perhaps that it was only a fraction of one was better.

Varis startled at Eris and… Alder-something. Varis’ attention was snatched away before he could bother insulting the mage or consider the riddle they were presented with when the boy [i]sighed[/i]. Varis wanted to strangle him considering they were no longer alone and he reflexively snatched the boy’s hand away from his head and yanked him down to his level, whispering furiously.. [color=f7976a] “Do. Not. You are an Sinnendodel mage and a Starag. We have been through [i]one[/i] challenge. Remember when you look weak, you make [i]me[/i] look weak.”[/color] 

Varis remembered he wasn’t wearing gloves and immediately took the glove off the boy’s hand. [color=f7976a] “I’ll be taking these as well since your mistake in the last challenge cost me mine.”[/color] Varis lied coolly, only betrayed by the trembling of his hands that stilled in one as he slipped it on. It was… a size or two big but it would get the job done. He held out the newly gloved hand for the other one before he turned back to Eris.

[color=f7976a]“No. We weren’t given a coin at any time. It probably has something to do with the “simple way” to get out of this inane challenge.”[/color] Varis said.  [color=f7976a] “If we’re going to have a contest of strength, I’ll have no choice but to sit this out. I have no interest in indulging Ryner a chance to provoke me into breaking my family’s traditions. However... “[/color] VAris looked at Aaron and gestured at the skull. [color=f7976a] “We have a willing test subject. Go touch it, boy. We’ll watch.”[/color]

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