Damien
"I ain't ever encountered a ward like this before, missus," Damien said with a groan as he found himself arm in arm with Magnus being dragged across the bridge. "Wards in general? Yeah, we had 'em back him when I was a kid, but usually they're not this...strong." He gave a weak gesture. "I don't often come across wards much anymore, not since gettin' kicked out of my home."
That sounded worse than he intended.
He quickly added on, "I didn't do nothin' bad, mind you. I'm a Tume. We ain't supposed to have light magic, well guess who's got light magic." His tone was flat, much like his unreadable expression. With an outstretched hand, the elf summon little orbs of light to dance around his fingers, which faded quickly in his present state. "Threw me out in the middle of the night an' told me to never come back. So I didn't. This is probably the first city we've been to in maybe fifty years? M'not much for people anymore..."
"You talk too much, Damien," cooed Belial, perching on Damien's opposite shoulder. "Shut up and rest, you big idiot."
With a nod from Damien, the spirit turned his attention once again to Magnus. "Again, I'm terribly sorry about your ward. It's hard to predict how I'll affect such things. With weaker wards I can usually slip through with no damage, but this ward felt a bit more...invasive?" He gave a shrug. "So, do tell us about your college. This is the first place like it I've ever visited."
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