Wartable: Babysitting, the mission

[eternalsquire]

WHO: Kif, Amélie, Pamelia, Samouel.
WHAT: A boy has gone missing, and it's up to Kif and the Healers (a really obscure band, you probably haven't heard of them) to save the day OR DIE TRYING.
WHEN: Haring 2 and for a few days around then
WHERE: The Arling of West Hills
NOTES: Possibly some injuries? They're not actually going to die. Probably.

Dangerously close to the Fallow Mire (and by dangerous we mean sometimes there's a stiff wind that blows a stench into the area that may or may not actually be from the Mire BUT IT SMELLS BAD) lies a plot of land ruled by an increasingly ill Arl Gallagher Wulff, run by his daughter, Izot, and her husband, Lord Niall Packton, who give lip-service approval to the Inquisition while not giving permission to it to cross their lands, or any other form of support.

When Izot's only son goes missing, though, there's an opportunity to change matters around if they can find the boy in time.

Comments

[eternalsquire]

He goes still, staring at the man for a few moments as if waiting for something. In a way, he is. Does magic tingle if it gets used on him? Does he feel a tingle? He doesn't think so, but what if he does?

"I can settle down." Maybe he should treat this one more like he does his Chevalier. "How settled down did you need me?"

[el_tybs]

Seeing Kif go still has Sam reacting in kind, going still and blinking in confusion. He thinks over his words again and doesn't believe he was being harsh or anything.

When the elf finally speaks up Sam seems even more confused, brows furrowing just a bit specifically at the question. It wasn't like he was asking for advice, it was... submissive? "More like you need you to settle down. You seem like you're about to panic."

[eternalsquire]

Oh Maker, he's doing everything wrong. Including worrying or stressing one of the mages, and he doesn't know which it is or what to do about it.

"Um. I'm all right. I'm settled. Enough." There's a short pause before he abandons his futile attempt at seeming collected and spills fort the reality. "Only I'm expecting my Chevalier to be very upset and you're all mages and no one told me it would be all mages and I don't know what to do if you decide to use my blood. I don't even have a lot of blood, I'm short and small and wouldn't be much help at all."

[el_tybs]

Sam raises a brow at the 'settled enough' part, clearly not buying that considering how wound up Kif seemed to be. Course he isn't expecting what happens next. A nervous confession, or perhaps just a long inhale/exhale, that he was expecting. Kif mentioning his Chevalier being mad and... blood magic?

"What?" That's why the elf was panicking? Because he thought they were going to do blood magic using him? Perhaps that should be something he should consider insulting, but the way Kif says it... there's a bit of naivete to it all. And then Sam recalls who this Chevalier, Kif is speaking of.

Ah huh.

Any other time and anyone else he would probably be sarcastic about the blood, but that didn't seem like it would help here. Sighing, Sam rubs the back of his head. "No one is going to use your blood. That isn't a typical thing that mages do."