"Oh, fine, gang up on me." Bob threw up his hands. He put his head in a hand and engaged in a brief but expressive discussion with Hannibal, then sighed. Still, Hannibal was doing him a favour by this, and beating a strategic retreat seemed like a better idea than being forbidden any more rides.
"I'll see you back at the inn."
There was a swirl of golden light rising from Hannibal's skin, then it headed toward the inn like a rubber band snapping back.
Re: Cyseal - Marketplace
Very, Hannibal answered in a dry mental voice.
"Oh, fine, gang up on me." Bob threw up his hands. He put his head in a hand and engaged in a brief but expressive discussion with Hannibal, then sighed. Still, Hannibal was doing him a favour by this, and beating a strategic retreat seemed like a better idea than being forbidden any more rides.
"I'll see you back at the inn."
There was a swirl of golden light rising from Hannibal's skin, then it headed toward the inn like a rubber band snapping back.