Connor Smasliv
"Connor. But I'm normally just called Con." Connor smiled to the man happily, but underneath he knew he had heard that man's name before. He was the noble in charge of fixing their mess. But what he asked next was odd. "I have failed my job rather terribly, I have yet to find the source of the problem. The stream up ahead is the only clean water source in this area, untouched even by the ash. Do you think it would be safe to think that someone has been casting some sort of ward on the river to prevent it from being corrupted? Connor stopped in his tracks, a puzzled expression on his face. Why would such a high ranking noble man ask him about their survival? But he wanted to answer truthfully, so he did so. When they arrived, and Valshe asked his thoughts, he answered:
"I honestly wouldn't know, I'm not so good at magics sir." Great, start with a little white lie. Good going Connor. "I mean, I know a little, but that would take a massive amount of strength and durability, would it not? It seems more like either this stream has multiple people protecting it, or else this one person is very strong. It is either that, or there is a third variable that we aren't putting into play. Maybe nature's will to survive perhaps?" Connor was getting very pensive, thinking this through with extreme confidence. "Throughout history, plagues, droughts and such have happened. Even though this is of a much larger magnitude, nature always presses on, ignoring our very existence..." He trailed off, then turned back, blushing slightly.
"Sorry sir, I guess I got carried away."