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[hr][center][color=298e25]Location[/color]: Haven, Strange Academy
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Hammer. Mallet. Chisels. Knife set. All secured. Wallbiter, the Mask of Other Things, arrows, and sword… Check. Churchwarden’s Seal, bone dagger, check. It was only a few hours ago that Annika left for bed, and all the academy was sound asleep. In his usual ways, he didn’t sleep himself. Rather, thanks to the Curse, he just stayed awake. Rohan liked to make use of that time in one way or another, either with his work or perhaps a book, or foraging if he was out in the woods. Those few extra hours were twice what the average person was awake for, it helped with everything from outrunning the Wrong Things to making new arrows for his bow.

Root had gone to sleep, though. He sat perched on Rohan’s staff, which he grabbed to wake the creature up.

[color=298e25]”Let’s get going. It’s about that time.”[/color]

He loaded up a toolbox, and then strapped up with all his artifacts. The mask hung below his chin, the Seal rested on his left ring finger, and Wallbiter was slung over his back with a full quiver closed shut with arrow. Roof found his spot on Rohan’s shoulder.

He double checked the locks on the windows after last night, then went out the door. Best to over-prepare than to be caught without the wrong tool.

Root croaked.

[color=298e25]”Nah. I’ll change later,”[/color] he answered. He was wearing what he had on during the party last night. [color=298e25]”Need to find this place first, and there’s no telling how hidden it really is. Stretch those wings, let’s get going.”[/color]

And going they were. Winding halls, secret passageways, more paintings with ominous airs of mystique about them… A school full of enlightened wizards was wasn’t ways so [i]enlightening[/i] to walk through. But honestly, he didn’t mind. After all, he was technically early. Rohan was a woodsman at heart, trekking through unknown places was normal to him. And, of course, having an owl for a familiar helped with finding his way. Root was a scops owl in his previous life, a fast and nimble little thing that got around quick. He spared Rohan whole minutes with each pass down a hallway.

When they found their way to the place, and met Marino, Root settled back on his shoulder and eyed the woman curiously. Getting the lab coat on wasn’t too hard. He just sat stuff down, threw it over and put it back over his shoulders. Root fluttered up and hovered along, holding the toolbox in his talons while he got the goggles over his head. Then he walked in.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one to overprepare.

He followed Marino in, observing everything. It intrigued Rohan, that extreme exposure to the magic of this area could render one magically inert. That could, in theory, save him from the Curse. He wasn’t about to bring it up, however. When she mentioned going into the Neverish, though? That [i]really[/i] got his attention. The Neverish was a place where even a stray thought risked doom. He’d had his fair share of strange realms already, but what was one more?

[color=298e25]”We’re going in there, huh?”[/color] He asked. [color=298e25]”Okay, I’ll bite. What’s with the artifacts?”[/color]