TwistedMagnolia
*makes screaming llama noises*
“If not alchemy , would you rather spells? They’re useful. I believe that anybody can be a talented mage with a bit of effort and elbow grease. Patience helps too...” he commented and walked around. He felt like it was an impressive offer to make, one that he knew the slave might not receive again. He rubbed his forehead and looked around. How big was the forest? That was an excellent question.
“I’ve never mapped it out myself. Not one of my talents…” He paused, giving it further thought. “However, I would say it’s massive. I chose this space strategically for how quiet it’d be. What are the odds that anybody else finds us?” He asked. If he sends guards, he was willing to summon something to butcher them down. He kept pacing in his small home. That was problematic. How many slaves could a many possible need? How many could he own? Why would he even want to keep these children? He wondered. Was he also a mage? Was this finally a noble opponent? It had been years since he fought one- Death.
“Perhaps… if you learn the spells… You can be the one to…. Take him out yourself.” He quietly suggested and lowered himself down to Luka’s level, stroking his hair and squinting his eyes a bit. “I know how important revenge can be for a man. I would have your back during that fight. I dislike slavers. I see no reason why any man should own this many children.—Sorry, you’re a man. Men. Humans. Homo sapiens. Us. We’re supposed to be free.” He said and looked towards the window. This was worrisome. So many people? In his forests? It didn’t feel safe anymore. He looked around at his stuff, to move this would be a hassle. “Do you know the slaves?... They don’t deserve to be hurt right?”
“I’ve never mapped it out myself. Not one of my talents…” He paused, giving it further thought. “However, I would say it’s massive. I chose this space strategically for how quiet it’d be. What are the odds that anybody else finds us?” He asked. If he sends guards, he was willing to summon something to butcher them down. He kept pacing in his small home. That was problematic. How many slaves could a many possible need? How many could he own? Why would he even want to keep these children? He wondered. Was he also a mage? Was this finally a noble opponent? It had been years since he fought one- Death.
“Perhaps… if you learn the spells… You can be the one to…. Take him out yourself.” He quietly suggested and lowered himself down to Luka’s level, stroking his hair and squinting his eyes a bit. “I know how important revenge can be for a man. I would have your back during that fight. I dislike slavers. I see no reason why any man should own this many children.—Sorry, you’re a man. Men. Humans. Homo sapiens. Us. We’re supposed to be free.” He said and looked towards the window. This was worrisome. So many people? In his forests? It didn’t feel safe anymore. He looked around at his stuff, to move this would be a hassle. “Do you know the slaves?... They don’t deserve to be hurt right?”