Night had fallen.
Ciskel sat alone in his apartment, on the table lay a bunch of lacrima and a short wooden staff.
He still had several lightning and fire ones left, he had a bunch of empty ones now. He also still had his own gravity one, the one light made and the one black one that was so hard to transport that he wrapped a leather handhold around it.

He had bought a bandoleer belt for them, he'd figure he might need them during the mission. Especially with 2 magic stealing mages around. The Idea made him nervous. even if they where on his side.

The wooden staff had been used by his father, long ago. 
Ciskel didn't know what it did, he never found out what kind of magic his father used.
But dad had always said that Ciskel would learn it under pressure. So might as well take it with him.

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Charlie had wasted most of his time daydreaming, at one point a rat had waken him up and startled him. The rat problem resolved itself as it was desintegrated along with a small part of the bar.
They'll probably fix that, the always do.

Charlie realized the time and decided to put a crack team together.

He stood atop of a bar stool and shouted into the still crowded room.
"Who wants to come with me on demolition party!?"