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Imps are sort of terrible to fight; it has to be done in plainclothes most of the time, and with sigils alone, neither of which is optimal paladin combat conditions. Kaja is trudging to where she left Ragnar, murmuring prayers to the Winter Light for each of the bites she's received. But at least the imp is gone.
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endragoned
"Probably. The more interesting question is whether I would recognize the world map. The Endarkened... should not have been forgotten, even after all this time."
winterlight
"Except for your resemblance to imps I don't know of anything that looks like you."
winterlight
"So perhaps you are from farther away than some island somewhere. But I don't have a map with me to check. ...No one other than a paladin will be able to speak this language, so you're aware."
winterlight
"It is, yes. I can bring you back to the compound, if you will follow in the air, and we can get you some pants and a map. Put the sigil around your neck," she advises.
endragoned
He does that.
"Are pants necessary? I could make my own just as well, if there were giant lizards around to hunt... for that matter I could manage something just with these plants, but it would be more complicated."
"Are pants necessary? I could make my own just as well, if there were giant lizards around to hunt... for that matter I could manage something just with these plants, but it would be more complicated."
winterlight
"...There are no giant lizards to hunt. If you can make yourself pants out of grass and it will not take hours upon hours we may as well spare the novices a look at you without any pants on."
endragoned
"Giant lizards or any comparably sized creature it's possible to make leather out of. I have magic with living things. But if you know of no large huntable animals nearby, the grass will do."
winterlight
"You might be able to find a reindeer or something, but that would probably take hours upon hours."
endragoned
"Well then."
He sits down on the ground and touches a blade of grass. It sprouts taller and produces seeds, which he collects; then he holds just one seed in his hand and concentrates on it for a few minutes, during which it slowly changes into a slightly larger darker pointier seed. This he flicks onto the ground, where it rapidly grows into a small tree with soft-looking bark. He peels large sections of bark off the tree and causes them to wrap seamlessly around his legs and hips, darkening them in the process from the tree's brownish-grey to a deep red-tinged black.
After approximately five minutes all in all, he stands up wearing comfortable-looking knee-length shorts.
"Is this acceptable?"
He sits down on the ground and touches a blade of grass. It sprouts taller and produces seeds, which he collects; then he holds just one seed in his hand and concentrates on it for a few minutes, during which it slowly changes into a slightly larger darker pointier seed. This he flicks onto the ground, where it rapidly grows into a small tree with soft-looking bark. He peels large sections of bark off the tree and causes them to wrap seamlessly around his legs and hips, darkening them in the process from the tree's brownish-grey to a deep red-tinged black.
After approximately five minutes all in all, he stands up wearing comfortable-looking knee-length shorts.
"Is this acceptable?"
endragoned
"As I said, I have magic with living things and I like to grow interesting plants."
winterlight
"Anyway." She apparently doesn't see the need to put her armor on before she gets on her griffin. "I assume you can fly."
winterlight
She is taking him to her compound of paladins. The paladins find him pretty alarming; she speaks with her voice oddly doubled, so that both he and any of the people in the compound who can't understand arbitrary languages yet can understand. "He wears a Winter Light sigil and is not burned. He is from impossibly far away, brought by some magic, but he is no dark thing."