Damien
The toppling of each glass was agonizing. Cat or not, Killian didn't have to be a complete ass. There was such a thing as decorum, and had Damien the faculties, he'd have torn the asshole a new one.
But that was neither here nor there, as the elf was left with his hands over his ears and a ringing in his head. As soon as he was feeling better, Damien was out of here. These mages were crazy! Help or no help, it wasn't worth being treated like a criminal or insulted at every turn. His stomach turned, and the elf looked positively green.
"Y'know, missus, I think I'll pass on dinner and just go to bed. Sorry fer all the trouble. I'll git outta yer hair once I'm feelin' better and leave your precious city alone. Nothin's worth all this, not even figurn' out what went wrong."
Not that he needed to figure out what had gone wrong. The answer was simple: everything. He was bad luck, and this college left an even worse taste in his mouth. Or maybe it was the fast that he felt like he was going to throw up.
"If you'll please lead the way..."
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