Snippet #1528947

Balthasar

Mathew glanced up at the scorched spot on the wall. He seemed to stare intently at the mark seared into the wall and than shrugged going back to work. In truth he had to control his laughter. This man didn't seem to have much... refinement in his skills. He was only a first year at the Guild, and he had seen new recruits with more ability. The lightning bolt power was laughable, its power was overdrawn, and the man seemed to lack basic concepts of magic. He was probably some fool who taught himself from a book. It was almost sad, the poor man probably abused most common people with his weak magic. Well, the Archmage told him to fix the flower, so he lowered his head and kept working.

Balthasar turned his head slightly and smiled. He was busy, and he doubted the boy would be able to match Mathew.

Krell

"You're handsome enough savvy that'd I rather watch your back instead." He stood blinking. It wasn't the first time that she has spoke such things, but he never knew quite how to respond. She was probably just teasing him as women do. He watched as the city grew closer... and closer. Krell turned away from the sight, feeling slightly sick. It calmed his stomach to see the men work under the captains orders with the great, free sea. The men seemed to be eager go into the city, no doubt happy to see women once again. Sure, the captain was a women as well, but she was the captain. Many pirates made a move on her, and many more learned their place, and if they didn't, he was sure to put them down.

He watched the boat slide into the dock, and one of the crew throw a line down to tie her down. Krell also slid down the rope, his previous sickness forgotten in the face of duty. He pulled on the tied rope ensuring it was prefect. "Capt'n! Shes tied down all right!" He called up to the ship.