The warmth of the pool seemed to totally envelop me, gently coaxing away my aches and pains, my fears and worries. As I reclined in the water, Leoric spoke, and my attention was pulled gently but insistently towards him. For a brief moment, the foolhardy bravado about him seemed to fall away, and for the first time, I felt as though I was speaking to the man underneath it. I found myself leaning a little closer, eyebrows raised slightly.

Politely turning down the drink, I watched as he continued, casually using his magick to drunkenly call over his jerky.

With a soft sigh, I shook my head,

"Salvar is my home," I replied. However, I paused.

After a moment, I spoke again,

"What if... I helped you seek out these stones? Would you consider us even? Not only do I know Salvar well..." I trailed off, my jaw clenching as I fought the reluctance to vocalise what came next. Eventually, however, with a sigh, I forced it out, "... but being a witch, I know how to stay undetected."

My grimace twisted into a subtle smirk,

"Something I guess you're still learning."