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It appeared the reality, or as far as Aaron wanted to paint it, was much more mundane than what they had all thought. Each one expected something worse than the last and each one was now being told that it was simply a game of fetch by Aaron and another mage. He wasnt sure if he should believe him or suspect there was more hidden behind what he was saying. But for now he would let it rest, allow Aaron to slip back into his old habits and do what was needed for the rest of the evening. After all it did no one any good to have him flail about and get reprimanded before them all by Varis. Luckily that was one difference between Varis and his father, Varis worked on thr mind and emotional turmoil while his father disagreed and felt they needed physical punishment.

For a brief moment Salems hand drifted to his side subconsciously. Touching the bruise left behind by a previous training session, prompting some flashes of that day interspersed with some old memories of his father. He came back briefly as he heard Lilies voice, her sound pulling him out of his rut and back into the present. [Color=82ca9d]"Worst case you can bill Eris if you'd like. Get a new clock or something. There's no sense in worrying over it now however."[/color] Salem sat back in his chair again, wanting to offer help but knowing he would be turned away. This wasn't like dinner where you offered to pay out of politeness, doing so could possibly offend the mage in question and Aaron seemed like the kind to be offended. [Color=82ca9d]"Well that was a lively bit of entertainment."[/color]