A Gift (Rivers)

[Rivers]

"Ahh~ my Boss, you know heroes are fools, but you yourself are quite foolish, even if you do not realize it." He tells her as he reaches up and messes up her already messy hair. "That being said, if only it could be a skilled bard, one with intimate knowledge of the details of what was going on so that he could not only embellish the correct details but cover and conceal some of the important ones. One who was also devilishly handsome so that he could capture the hearts of the audience, but alas where could one find such a bard?" He asks with a chuckle in his voice fully aware she would probably reply back with the same question.

"Anyways, this all being said." He says as he suddenly wraps an arm around her, gently grabs Muse and then Aria would be able to feel a sinking sensation as she suddenly appeared in the middle of a slightly warmer  run down cabin loft. Rivers gets to his feet and looks at the girl with a smile.

"I appreciate what you've gone through and that there are a lot of difficulties in your life, and I thank you for telling me of this. I will keep the secrecy you have entrusted me with." He promises before digging through a chest and coming out with a pair of woolen trousers, a shirt, and a wool sweater. The cloths would all fit, but they seemed to be designed to be easy to get into and out of.

"Now I have a gift for you." He says and then extends a hand and places it on Aria's forehead. There would be no glow or pomp, but suddenly Aria would have an certain sense of exactly where the cloths Rivers was holding were located, in addition a sense of her own spacial awareness and sense of direction would improve drastically, though she might not notice this immediately.

Rivers backs away and smiles. "Alright Boss, you now hold one of five that remain in this world." He tells her and sits down on his bed and lays back. "Trying to take out a a Master Mage, what you'd call a demi-god might be a bit much for me, but I can at least keep you clothed. Think about those cloths and connect them to you with the new sense of space you can feel inside of yourself." he tells her, curious if she'd have the knack for it or would struggle like Rukia did.

If Aria was successful the cloths would suddenly appear in her arms.

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Aria looked over at Muse when she asked why there was only one child per god. Aria sighed and scratched her head wondering how to explain it.

”The gods…or I should say grandpa is worried that their children will overwhelm them…that or the parents will use their children to gain an advantage over the others…he’s also more worried about demi gods then he is about those with full godhood. The gods have rules…they are not to meddle in mortal affairs unless directly asked by a mortal, and even then on very rare occasions. There are events in which they are free to use their powers as they will, but those are only on certain days. Demi’s however…well we are the grey area of those rules. We are not bound to the rules of not meddling; where we go changes and trouble is sure to fallow. I’m sure there is more to it but I just never asked the question.”

Aria scrunched up her nose at muse when she laughed at her idea of tracking down Fate.

”It would make me feel better, I have learned to beat first and ask questions later….cause usually when I hear the reason I don’t think I should beat them any longer….I feel better if I actually get the beat on them first.”

Aria grumbled and pouted at being a fool, she knew that she could be foolish however at time she just couldn’t stop herself just cause at times it was just the right thing to do. Her scowl was turned into a small chuckle as Rivers went on to answer her statement. She was about to reply when he suddenly wrapped his arm around her and they appeared in a small musty smelling cabin. Aria blinked and looked around completely confused. They appeared to be in a loft of some sort…kinda like how Garrets bed use to be up in a loft over his space…She looked around the loft there was a large chest over in one corner, a pile of blankets and such in another corner built up like a nest….and a make shift bed that seemed like it needed help. The wood of the floor seemed sturdy enough, in fact they just needed cleaning of the layers of dirt and dust. She looked up the roof ….the roof needed replacing she could tell the wood was rotted away in places. Where there were large gaps many layers of planks had been sloppily nailed over in place…the planks were new and recently put up. The place was cold but it would seem despite not looking pretty the planks did well for keeping the draft out.

Aria turned to Rivers obviously slightly confused to one, being disoriented and being brought here and two, being ported by Rivers magic always made her head spin. Aria stood there awkwardly for a bit until Rivers started speaking again and digging through a chest. She shook her head to clear her thoughts.

”I’ve only just scratched the surface, I’m sure there’s more to tell you but I haven’t quite thought of what I have kept from you and what I haven’t…. But Rivers….if you’re willing to help me….I should let you know I plan on starting the thieves again. Like I was telling you earlier, Core isn’t here in this world…well not completely. He lives in my head…quite annoying really. But he was the one who ruled the Thieves of Nova in this time. There needs to be a group ready to act if things start going south again. Would you…and Muse be willing to join me?.....Also your home needs some fixing up…If you want help I’m pretty good with wood work, and I can certainly clean the place and place some useful spells around it”

The conversation took another confusing turn as Rivers suddenly walked over and poked her forehead. She blinked a few times….something was suddenly off….different? Like that odd feeling of suddenly catching glimpses of something you didn’t notice before but not quite the same as that. It was like an odd sense of when she was occupying her mind and another animals at the same time, only this separation wasn’t on something living….and didn’t have a consciousness to it.

”…What on earth did you just do….”

He answered the question fairly quickly, these were one of his tunnels….she didn’t know he was able to give them to others….hell she didn’t know they were separate things. HOW ON EARTH DID HE GET THESE POWERS…..this raised a whole new set of questions on how the hell these things worked. But she was side tracked slightly when he mentioned taking out a demi god.

”No a demi is one who has non god blood in them, uncle is one of the original six he wasn’t birthed by anything…and I can at least chase him away for the most part…I’ve gone up against him enough times…wait clothes? You mean I can pull these things out of mid air like you do with stuff??”

Arias eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. To have access to clothes anywhere…well that meant she would not have to rely on being around Rivers or Garrett when she transformed for an extra set of cloths…or having to run around naked! …Actually this solved a whole host of inconveniences when it came to her transformations…she would just have to make sure these weren’t ruined.

”What if the clothes get destroyed? Are the tunnels attached to these specifically?”

Aria then shut up and decided she might as well try this. She already had the sense of being in two places at once or at least feeling it. Maybe it was like making the same connection when she molded her mind with an animal. She attempted it….failed….it felt as though she just slid over it as it wasn’t there….A frown spread across her face… It was there…she could feel it. She thought about it for a minute or two. Before realizing it wasn’t like trying to send her consciousness somewhere else, but to bring it towards her. Aria attempted this…and held out her hands. She suddenly felt a plop of cloth appear into her hands. She grinned with triumph.

”Rivers…..I really don’t know what to say…”

Aria went over and hugged him tightly.

”Thank you!....How do these tunnels work? Will I be able to pull more than one thing out? Is it just attached to the clothes? Can it be moved to somewhere else if need be? How would one go about doing that…..”

[Muse]

Muse nods at Aria’s answer, satisfied with it. That wasn’t to say she was happy about it. She isn’t sure how she should feel about Aria’s personal quest. It was all incredibly dangerous. Aria’s own existence wasn’t at fault for her own existence nor the repercussions of it. Yet, she spoke of them all lovingly despite them placing her in a difficult position. It seemed she wanted her family back, and Muse very much hopes whatever is to come is worth it.

Still laughing a bit, Muse explains in a low long caw followed by a higher one. It’s mental image really… Considering how many Fated are wandering around, Fate probably wouldn’t even know why someone beat him up.

Muse flies to the edge of a dresser upon teleporting to the edge of the cabin. She enjoys the warmth of the cabin. Feathers only offered moderate protection against the cold. She looks over and watches Rivers pull out a variety of clothes. She’s almost surprised that he was able to guess her size so well.

Muse looks to Rivers as Aria asks for his help with the thieves. It was his decision again. Aria most certainly couldn’t do this alone though. She would worry about her quite a bit if he said no.

The token of friendship is as heartfelt as it is useful. She watches Aria carefully and how she reacts the gift. Not everyone took to it well. However, Aria was a good mage. She manages to pick it up relatively quickly as the clothes pop into her hands. Good thing too. Aria could use a few extra tricks if she was going to do everything that she was planning to.

[Rivers]

Rivers lets Aria digest everything, but when she finally does ask him for his help, not just his help for her as a person but for the thieves he turns serious and silent. Rivers had been any things during his adventures, but one thing had always been true, he'd been an observers, a prophet, an instrument of Fate, a bard, and a story teller. What Aria was asking him to do was something he had very purposefully avoided up to this point, she was asking him to get personally involved in the conflict of the world he was in of his own will.

Rivers pulls out one of the wooden chairs and closes his eyes, remaining silent for what might be an uncomfortable length of time for some, though it showed how seriously he was taking this decision. He would stick to whatever he decided in the end. He looks up at Muse and notices her concern and can't help but chuckle a bit to himself.

Well hasn't everything I've been doing to this point been me getting directly involved?" He wonders to himself, as he looked at the red headed girl who had scammed and picked up a dusty cheating bard when he was wandering through a city that despised mages. "Oh come on don't look at me like that Muse." He insists and then smiles at Aria. "Well Boss, I've listened and followed you up until this point, I don't see why that should change."

Though as the girl offers to help him with his house he raises a hand and smiles. "Boss, I think you've got the wrong impression going on here. This house isn't for me. I've been staying in taverns inside of the city. This house is yours." He informs her smiling and looking around as he walks over and lights the fire in the fireplace. "I am very used to transience and in a lot of ways having a home of my own would be very uncomfortable for me, but when you had the Mary you always seemed to happy. This cottage might not be much, but if you'll take it, it can become your home." He tells her as he sits back down in the chair.

Though he was surprised that the thing that seemed to shock the girl most was the cloths, well tunneling was a strange power after all. "I guess, I've never explained this to you...I've told you that I am a tunnel mage, spurned by the village I grew up in. The reason behind that is because Tunnel mages are a phenomenon, born those tunnels, I don't know a whole lot about the lore of my ability, but the tunnels are what my village called a Grand Magic, meaning they are an ability judged to be on par with something the Grand Mages do. I do not know if that is true, but the tunnels certainly do not match any kind of magical theory I know about." He admits with a shrug.

"I think one of the main reasons I am not a very good mage is that I am adapted to the tunnels with function under a different set of rules and my apptitude is honed towards that. I will be able to move the tunnel in those cloths if it comes down to it, and if they entirely destroyed the tunnel will return to me, similar to how if you die the tunnel will return to me." He explains resting his cheek on his hand. "As for storing stuff of teleporting other things, no I'd have to anchor the tunnel to something else, though if you can fit it in the pockets it'll be fine."

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As he digested this information Aria took off Rivers coat and placed it on the bed while she donned on the set of clothes he provided for her. They were certainly warmer than anything she had and they fit her quite well. He had given her form fitting black pants, and a form fitting black under shirt, that just stopped over her hips. A color that happened to be one of her favorites to wear, a wool white over shirt that had a brown tunic over it clasped with copper buttons. She would need to get a belt for it but it fit her wonderfully. A large wool sage green sweater completed the look, she grinned as she slipped it on, considering this was the first warm set of clothes that she had actually had. These clothes were simple yet well made, and not overly flashy. She loved them, really….she was surprised Rivers knew her style so well. Aria looked over at Muse when she sent her the image, a lopsided smile on her face.

”I really don’t care if he knows why I’m beating him up or not; whole point is so I’ll feel better and not him. Though I think I made my mark on him when I showed up….I tried to take the crystal that is floating in the temple. I’m more than sure its connected to him in some shape or form”

Aria turned back to Rivers as he thought over his decision. She would accept his answer whether it was yes or no. Though she really hoped it was yes; she would hate not being able to keep Rivers in the full loop of things. Plus she felt better when she had someone to bounce ideas off of. When he finally answered a tension that Aria had been holding was suddenly released, she let out a sigh and smiled at him gratefully.

”I thank you Rivers…now this is just a formality”

Aria took out her large amulet around her neck that held the god stone and flipped it over. It held a mark of a crown with two daggers threw it.

”This is the mark of the Thieves of Nova, not everyone will know everything in this group however this sign means they all answer to me. I brand this mark into my followers, if they choose to betray me this mark will burn like a bitch and they will forget all information regarding the thieves. For you and any other choice few I will tweak it so it won’t ever harm you. However I’m afraid it does hurt when marking you to begin with….Your choice to where…..In our time this mark would get you help in a lot of places…..but that’s not the case here…at least not yet. I was approached however a couple weeks when I got here and given a donation…we do have support.”

Aria took a seat on the make shift bed crossing her feet in front of her. Now that Rivers agreed she needed to find the perfect place for him in the organization.

”Since you’re joining the group I already have a job for you planned….but first I would like to give you a choice. In the thieves there are traditionally three main officers that run the whole operation. The king…that would be me who runs the whole thing and has their hands in every part of the business, the second, which in the past was ratty. He specialized in weapons, fighting, jobs…and basically anything that involved getting your hands dirty with jobs and such. The second also is the second in command they answer to no one but me; however technically they share there rank with the third despite the title. The next rank was the Third, in the past Creo was the third and she passed that position on to me. Traditionally the thirds job was to track down the king if the current one was ….disposed of. They also handle the information piece of the business; all information we want going in and out is handled through the third. The thirds position is also in charge of scoping out new talent and bringing them in to me. Think of the third as a spy master; and the second like a head of an army….it’s the easiest way I can think of how to explain it. The Second and Third will be my right and left hands. Right now I need a third more then I need a second; knowing you and how you operate I think this position is the best fit for you.”


It was a good chunk to explain and she had a good deal more, but she was trying to give him a brief picture on how things worked. Aria then looked over at muse who was sitting on the trunk and then back at Rivers. Silently she told muse ’If you choose to join with Rivers then I will mark you the next full moon, if I marked you now I don’t think your crow form would be able to handle it’ Arias eyes opened up as wide as saucers when Rivers corrected her on who’s house this was….

”Mine?”

She looked around again….slowly realizing the rough patches of new wood and crudely put together furniture had been Rivers trying to get this place ready for her…..once again she was touched beyond words…..

”….Rivers I will be repaying you all my days; I really don’t know how I can repay you. This place is perfect….better than the Mary….I only kept the Mary because it was Creos love. Not mine; the Mary was my first home but only because I had the people I cared about there. Garrett lived in the basement, Creo was nearby me, and Ratty was in and out for the most part. You joined our little family to; that was why the Mary made me happy…but I always felt more comfortable out in the woods. Owning the Mary trapped me in a way….this ….this won’t…and I can have my visitors that won’t make customers scream here. Can’t host a pack of gorge hounds in a tavern or converse with dragons. When the weather warms up and the snow melts; I’m more than sure I can fix this place up wonderfully.”

Aria listened with great interest as he explained the tunnels to her. When he explained his issues about magic Aria quirked an eyebrow.

”I can understand difficulty with elements you’re not attuned to. But all magic’s are connected in one way or another even if it’s skewed. I can try to work with you on that if you want; that or we can find a way to get you into the mage academy. That is if you want, I’ll try to find a way one way or another. “

Aria looked around the little loft and then back down to the main floor.

”Well if this is to be my home, let’s start with moving these chairs down by where we can get a good fire going. I can go out and collect some wood, even if its damp I’ll be able to light the fire….Then we can see about plugging this gaps in the walls and cleaning this place up a bit. …..Hmm….I think a trip to the library will need to be made….and I need to get my stuff out of the trees near the barracks and store it here….”

A grin split her face she was actually quite excited for this place to call her own.

[Muse]

It looks good on you. Muse says when Aria puts on the clothing. Somehow, my brother managed to find good women’s clothing, so I’m more impressed with him than anything else.

She’d smile back at Aria’s lopsided grin if she could. Whatever makes you happy. Muse says. However, there might be a line to do so if you find him. I imagine you’re not the only one unhappy with him.

Muse looks a way as Rivers tell her not give him that expression. However, she can’t hide her approval that he said yes. Now, they could be sure that she was alright. Besides, watching the adventure would be fun.

She looks at the mark and studies it. A crown with two daggers on it. It would be good to carry it in a less public location. Maybe on the shoulder. However, she’s not to keen on the idea of branding. Or really any other permanent marking. It wasn’t really the pain of it. Unwilling transformations were perhaps one of the more painful things one could go through. It was more that if things went really south, she couldn’t remove it. It would stay with them.

Muse looks at Aria curiously. Honestly, what else would I be doing if I didn’t join him? I’ll meet you here next full moon. It will take me less time to fly here after all. She’d get the mark even if she wasn’t fond of it. So talent scouting. Did you have anyone in mind already?

She looks at them fondly as Aria seems pleased with the house.  Her and Rivers did not nearly as much as she did, especially with what she was planning.  It was nice to see everyone so happy.  Aria spends no time before making plans for the place.  Admittedly, it could use a lot of work.  The ceiling looked like it might leak on occasion during rainstorms.  It wasn't great at keeping the cold air out.  However, it was shelter.  It did serve its purpose.

[Rivers]

As Aria explains the rather complicated circumstances he just agreed to Rivers sits back and closes his eyes. When Aria brings out the brand he suddenly and instinctively moves away. Aria would be able to see aprehension, fear and anger in his eyes. He quickly gets himself under control and sits down with his usual grin plastered across his face. "Now now Boss, I'm afraid I can't agree to that, I don't belong to anyone. If you need to cast a conditional memory erase spell that's fine, but I can't agree to be branded, sorry." He tells her honestly, there was probably more behind this based on his reaction, but whatever it was he wasn't letting on.

Though as Aria lists off the jobs he grins as she mentions she considered him for the third. "Well that's a pretty good assessment, none are better at getting stories than the bards who wander the town and talk to the residents." He admits and rests a cheek on his palm. "Yeah I'll take the spy master position I was thinking of sneaking into the castle at some point anyways...though I suppose if I am going to be a spy master I shouldn't be the one doing the sneaking."

Though when Aria mentions he is also in charge of recruitment he frowns. "I suppose I could try and talk some people into it, but to be honest you're probably more suited to recruiting people of actual talent than I am." He admits, though he finds himself smiling as Aria thanks him for the house, even though she was rather dramatic about it, it was just a refurbished cabin in the woods after all.

Rivers reaches out and puts an affectionate hand on Aria's head then smiles. "Listen Boss, you may not realize it yet but you've paid me several times over for this place, assuming I also get to use it of course." He jokes, trying to hide a bit of his embarrassment. "This is the first time I've gotten to see an old friend in longer than I can remember, I assumed I'd never see the girl I met at the Mary again...thank you...for being alive, and for being here." He thanks in a gentle and tender tone that bespoke real emotion. Just because one becomes accustomed to isolation does not mean they need to grow to like it. Rivers thinks as he watches the red head.

He elects not to respond to the magical debate as it was not one with a resolution. They fundamentally disagreed after all.

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Aria smiled at Muse ’I’m kind of surprised too; he does seem to know my size perfectly and my style that I prefer, as for talent scouting…a couple…Madoc for one a smuggler that’s in the underground, Ilta was another however she’s joined the guard but may still be good for information…if she doesn’t know what it’s for….Claire…The woman we met in the springs is another, Rivers knows her. She used to be the second for the thieves in our time…well not our time but pre feyerlun…but for this round I don’t think she’s suited for it…at least not from what I know. But she’s one that I would like to have on my side.’

Aria was surprised for a second to see the range of emotions run across Rivers face….not much seemed to make him loose his mask…but apparently she hit a very sore subject. She frowned…really she didn’t want to make Rivers feel that way…others? She probably wouldn’t care much but Rivers she didn’t want to do something that he clearly hated…She thought for a bit on how to get around it.

”Well…I can do the spell without the symbol; but I’m afraid it will leave a mark. The spells too powerful not to leave a mark of some sort. I’m afraid it hurts a bit to, but it is to prevent anyone from making you betray these secrets. The burn will be the shape of whatever I channel the spell through; meaning if I used my hand then you’d have my hand print on ya…and it’s a larger contact burn…larger the area though quicker I can channel the spell. I can channel it through a finger to make the smallest mark possible however it will likely hurt longer.”

It would also take a lot more effort on her part not to use the amulet as a channel for the spell…even more so to condense the spell to the tip of her finger. It would take a lot out of her; it was a god level spell. Her body wasn’t use to channeling it all…It was a risk on her, but she wouldn’t tell Rivers that. If Rivers didn’t want a symbol she would do her best to go through that route for him.

”However is there anything you’re willing to carry with the mark of the thieves?”

Aria smiled when he accepted the third position….ironically she had her third before she had her second but Rivers was more than suited for the position.

”Good at getting them, and good at spreading them. Your first assignment is going to be spreading the rumor about a large guild. Make us out to be the guardians of the down trodden; though don’t make us out to be too good. We are thieves after all….and we want it to be believable. I would also like you to note that its ruled by a king, leave gender out of it and let peoples own imaginations run with them….but I rather have something put into the story which would inspire people to fallow. I will leave the details up to you. Plant the rumors and stories, and don’t keep it the same otherwise it will stand out as planted…tales change after being retold over and over after all.”

Legends were born from the truth after all…but in this case the truth would be born from the legend. She smiled when he mentioned he probably shouldn’t be the one doing the sneaking and nodded.

”Unless it’s something you can’t trust another to do then don’t; however usually I find the best place to hide is in plain sight. But I already started making connections in the guard….Garrett is a close friend of mine, we can’t depend on him to much but he’s the captain of the guard. If he catches even a scent of someone going after the center he’ll let us know. Ilta …she knows nothing of the thieves like Garrett does but she’s a connection whether she agrees to it or not. Mysteria is another connection as well….at least I think…I’ll be working on her; which may place me closer to Noku…… I’ve already established I’m not much of a threat….accidental or not it works in my favor. But this may take a little time, but with you being a Bard your able to access more people then I would.”

Aria had been thinking about all of this a lot…and since the day she arrived here. She was going over each and every possible route and consequence she could think of. When Rivers questioned his ability to recruit people she tilted her head to the side.

”I can teach you what to look for….but I trust your judge of character. If you think they may have potential let me know and I’ll go check them out. Eventually you’ll be able to do this on your own. But having the rumor out about the thieves will likely start popping them out of the wood work…and do some of the convincing for us….On a side note whatever you do DON’T talk about the center in the story…..I don’t want to give Noky or any other person in the kingdom a reason to think it exists or that it may be a smart idea to go after it.”

Aria scratched her head realizing she just went off of topic there slightly…

”Anyways for you start your recruiting for people who can gather information well; I find strippers and those sort are some of the best. Servants too, no one seems to realize a person in service can hear when going about their normal jobs…..I also want some people in the arch….if Fate wants us to start the thieves again he’ll be expecting us to be watching Noky….I want eyes in the arch as well.”

Aria laughed when Rivers explained how she’d had already paid him over for this place a few times so long as he got to use the place.

”Of course; you’ll always have a place here Rivers. Just as you did at the Mary”

A blush crossed Arias face as he got more personal; really it never struck her that someone would be that grateful that she would be alive….actually Zeppy was happy when he found out she was actually still around but it was more for the fact he could poke fun at Daddy…. This was a bit different…then again Garrett also held on to hope that she was alive after disappearing for eight years, so much that he bet money on it. But he was also the one that told her she could always be replaced.

”Well…I’m glad to have you here to Rivers. I think it would get lonely without you…perhaps I should blackmail men in bars more often.”

Like Rivers she did not do well in touching moments. But that was something they both understood about each other. So when they had them it held a good deal of meaning behind it.

”Now help me with these chairs”

Aria climbed down the ladder and waited for Rivers to hand her down a chair.

”I wonder why this place was abandoned…”

[Muse]

Madoc, Ilta, and Claire. I’ll try to point him in that direction.

Muse wasn’t really surprised to hear Rivers wasn’t comfortable with branding either. If this ever got large enough and they were caught, a mark like that would probably be a trip straight to the Gallows. Memory spells were fine. She had no intention of breaking her oath. However, it was a strong spell, and it wasn’t really surprising to hear that some mark must be left as well. The idea of pain and blemishes didn’t bother her nearly as much as the idea of some identifying brand though.

As for what else to carry the mark of the thieves on, it should still be on something inconspicuous. Rivers normally didn’t travel with much though. Maybe the could get a watch somewhere and put it on that?

She is curious as to what rumor and story Rivers will tell about this guild. Honestly, she had no clue how to attract the kind of people that Aria might want. More than that, she wasn’t sure how to attract their attention without getting the notice of people who would likely try to stop the formation of the guild. Rumors might get to the wrong ears… And there aren’t enough of us to handle that at the moment.

She watches the personal moment. Being reunited with friends was a good feeling. More often, they got pulled apart from people that they were attached too. It must be worse for Rivers as he could actually interact with them in ways that weren’t cawing. I’m not good with this kind of sentimentality, but I’ve missed you as well.

[Rivers]

Rivers nods several times as Aria talks, this was a lot to take in but the summary was actually fairly simple. When she mentions she could cast the spell on him anyways he frowns a bit, but nods his head and takes off his shirt and coat. "Alright Boss, if you think it's really important for me to have this spell laid on me, I suppose I won't argue...but are you SURE you know what you're doing with it?" he asks with the apprehension of someone who'd had something similar done to him with far less than complete success.

Though as she talks about what she wants him to do he simply grins. "Well I will do all I can and I suppose you'll have to live with the consequences of that." He says not seeming to feel tremendously inspired or pressured by the fact he was being relied upon.

"Well you can reply on me Boss! I will spin a tale of glamorous and wonder about the thieves that will had hotblooded young men standing in line to enlist and maidens throwing themselves upon you for a position in our illustrious ranks." He replies with a laugh and then looks around the place, he was glad they had it and that she liked it. Aria needed a home. Then without another word he begins helping her with the chair.

Though he stops midway and asks. "By the way does this spell take long? Should I put my shirt back on?"