"Yes," Corrival said, "and you can't have one. I'm not going to be party to this stupid prank war the two of you've started." He shook his head. "You're a bad influence, Ravel. I was hoping Solomon's drive would force you onto an even keel. Instead I find you're pulling him off-centre."
"I wasn't aware you were the type to kick a man while he was down, Elder Ravel," Bliss observed quietly.
"And on that note," Kenspeckle added, glaring at Erskine, "if you're the cause of Wreath injuring himself again, I'll put you in a body-cast whether you've broken anything or not."
Dexter very carefully scrounged in his pocket and then triumphantly held up a pen, waving it in the air. "Don't deliver, sorry," he said breathlessly. "Owe him for dragging me into a fight with a Russian assassin, though."
"I should have nominated Tipstaff," Corrival muttered. "We're off-topic, and we need to keep an eye on the Temple anyway. Fletcher Renn's been inside--where is he?" The Grand Mage scanned the room with a frown. The teen had been here, Teleporting in and out, just earlier, but Corrival didn't remember his actually entering the room. Maybe he assumed he was no longer needed. Maybe he assumed he wouldn't be wanted. "Someone call him up and get him back in here," Corrival said irritably. "I put him on the Sanctuary payroll, so he can damn well earn it."
Even though the teen probably hadn't gotten his first wage yet. Come to think of it, Corrival couldn't remember telling him he was on the payroll. Oh well. He'd find out in a minute.
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"I wasn't aware you were the type to kick a man while he was down, Elder Ravel," Bliss observed quietly.
"And on that note," Kenspeckle added, glaring at Erskine, "if you're the cause of Wreath injuring himself again, I'll put you in a body-cast whether you've broken anything or not."
Dexter very carefully scrounged in his pocket and then triumphantly held up a pen, waving it in the air. "Don't deliver, sorry," he said breathlessly. "Owe him for dragging me into a fight with a Russian assassin, though."
"I should have nominated Tipstaff," Corrival muttered. "We're off-topic, and we need to keep an eye on the Temple anyway. Fletcher Renn's been inside--where is he?" The Grand Mage scanned the room with a frown. The teen had been here, Teleporting in and out, just earlier, but Corrival didn't remember his actually entering the room. Maybe he assumed he was no longer needed. Maybe he assumed he wouldn't be wanted. "Someone call him up and get him back in here," Corrival said irritably. "I put him on the Sanctuary payroll, so he can damn well earn it."
Even though the teen probably hadn't gotten his first wage yet. Come to think of it, Corrival couldn't remember telling him he was on the payroll. Oh well. He'd find out in a minute.