TIS I, A HUMBLE CAPITALIST.

[murderbaby]

WHO: Ilias, Darras, Mhavos, Silver
WHAT: Vacation in Nevarra.
WHEN: Honestly probably backdated, whoops.
WHERE: A warehouse in Nevarra.
NOTES: time is bad.

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[murderbaby]

Mhavos is moments away from giving up. He is forming his request in the mind-- Ilias, Speaker, could you make the room dark as pitch and soundless? I have a better idea-- when a something intangible and mysterious blooms into life at Ilias' fingertips.

Mhavos is accustomed to being afraid of magic. He has had it used against him, seen it used against others, to both harm and amuse. But he has never seen Ilias use magic. That is... something completely different. He knows the man is a necromancer, he knows he speaks to the dead, to biting corpses and can conjure horrors that could twist the mind.

And yet, the thing Ilias chooses to summon is a tiny ball of light.

It's fantastic.

"Thank you," Mhavos says. "The average person-- myself included-- has no clue of magic's workings, and they have no clue of your character. I don't think much more than a light show will be needed. And if it is not enough, I-... I swear, I will handle it. You should not do something you think is unworthy of you."