Eirkham Delven of the Ardor Staff, Warlock of the West
…In training.
Eirkham flinched as Thalia's temper exploded. He really did think his master's insult was uncalled for, but there wasn't much he could do about it besides apologize. He was the apprentice, he wasn't supposed to undermine his master, even if the man was now a necklace.
There was no need to repeat Thalia's threat. The necklace could hear as well as he could and even Eirkham knew that would be an unwise course of actions. So instead, he just shuffled his feet as the witch stomped around packing things. He was used to the sort of unkind things Master Bivorne tended to say. Eirkham had always been an idiot and few people had been too shy to tell him so. He didn't like the man insulting Thalia though, who was clearly a competent magic user and was nice enough to pack up and help him on a whim.
She seemed to have calmed down by the time everything was packed up though and Eirkham hoped it would be forgotten. He had no doubt the scene would be repeated later (and often) but he had hopes for a bit of a peaceful trip.
He wanted to ask why she had a chest full of men's clothing, but a glance at Gavin made him rethink whether he wanted an answer or not. He followed her directions and found the chest. He was sad to leave his robe behind, but she was right. The soldiers would spot him a mile away with the billowing thing. He had a tunic on underneath which fit him fine, but he did have to borrow a pair of breeches from the chest. They were a little big on him, but he was able to belt it up enough to fit. Then he began searching through his robe pockets for the knickknacks most valuable. His whistle, of course, came first. A few small pocket books came next, as well as a small pouch of dried flower petals. The rest was mostly junk he had thought might come in handy later.
When he was dressed, he made his way to the front of the wagon to look out at Thalia, once again knocking his head on the top bar.
"Thank you, for this." He said politely, as he rubbed the sore spot on his head. His blonde hair still had a few vestiges of the blue that always came when he performed magic but it was mostly faded by now.
He looked out towards the town and said,
"I've never actually been to Ponternia. I heard so many stories though, of the old days before the split. Is it true there's a purple castle full of fairies where they hold big magical tournaments? And there are mountains with waterfalls bigger than an ironwood tree? And people keep big, colored birds as pets and mounts?" His eyes shone with a measure of childlike curiosity as he considered the wide world beyond his tower. He was inclined to believe things people told him.
Greatest Sorcerer in Eulon
...By default.