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Eric nodded his head at Roxanne's request. He looked around, seeing where she was coming from in all of this. "Yeah, good call Roxanne." He said to the warlock and picked up the paladin girl in his arms. He asked Brillux to carry the loose gear she left on the ground before some opportunist ups and snatches it. She was heavier than she looked, but he managed to get her up the stairs in no time. Once they were in his and apparently Mina's room, he placed her down on the bed to rest and crossed his arms.

"So, seeing as you're in no position to attack everyone a second time, you got a name, lady?" He then turned to Roxanne. "Which reminds me, what are we going to do with her? She's kinda stuck with this as much as you and Mina are, if you get what I mean. And as you already noticed, she doesn't take kindly to evil as much as you do to good."

"I can't speak for the others but I whole heartedly accept your apology. Just try to act before you do something like that. I should probably do the same." He leaned over her and whispered in her ear. "Believe me, I'm still trying to figure out how the candle witch came to be, give it some time and you'll get what I mean." He said to her privately, his eyes motioning towards Mina.

"Anyways, my name is Eric Castor, swordsman turned lancer from the Kingdom of Zarel. I'm sorry I'm responsible for this, purely an accident, the lance." He wondered if he should had listened to Roxanne from now on to not point the lance like a magic wand. He then turned to Mina. "I think we're going to need a bigger carriage."

Firin stood up with a groan, still learning to cope with her new found weight.
She extended a hand to Mina. "You're a candle witch right? I haven't seen one of you in a long time. Might I have your name?"

Although she had no care for paladins, there was no denying that Firin was afflicted by the same affect the idols had cast on herself and Mina. "As she now faces the same problem as Mina and myself, it would make sense for us to take her along but she'd have to set aside her paladin's righteous nature before that can happen." Roxanne said, replying to Eric's question.

"I'll get our current carriage exchanged, I'm sure that stable boy wouldn't mind helping us out with the right motivation..." Having stolen a fairly nice carriage for them, it wouldn't be hard to exchange their current one for a bigger one, although the quality of their riding conditions would be sure to differ. "Names Roxanne by the way." she added, having forgotten to introduce herself to the paladin.

Brillux quietly leaned up against the rooms wall. His hood off he just listened to the conversation. He wasn't afraid of the Paladin, yet oddly he felt like he had seen her somewhere before. It was her eyes, they sparkled in a way that he reconized, but where?

The 'kiddo's' were getting aquianted it seemed, so now they were going to cart around a fat paladin too? Great! Pretty soon he'd be stuck in the back with all the suitcases.

Whatever was in those idols however, needed to be destroyed. Women should get pregnant naturally, not magically.

Eric crossed his arms when Roxanne answered his question. "Well that's just great, I don't want this thing if I point it at a woman and it makes them pregnant." He said while pointing to the magical lance. He stayed quite for some time, it was kind of unsettling to think Mina had a family that was dead. Most likely for obvious reasons. His perception of them were that they were ugly, mean, and evil. She kinda broke those three expectations and did a 180 there.

After Firin returned from what seemed to be a bathroom break, he went back to speaking. "It sounds like she can set differences aside. Our candle witch here is named Mina by the way. So, Firin, if you don't mind me asking, where do you come from?"

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She noticed the look he gave her before replying to her statement, she was leaning against her pillow that sat in front of her. She stared blankly up at him for a moment, more in her own little world than anything, where did she want to go? Where was she to go? She had found the man responsible for her pregnancy and no longer wanted his head, she had no job and no place to really stay. She frowned and looked away from him, she felt at a lost with herself, she was pregnant with Muse's child once the baby was born what was she to do?

Turning to gaze back on Muse, Sarah pursed her lips together, "Why must you make me think at such a time." she chuckled now, running her hand through her golden locks. She held the pillow tighter to her, "I don't know what to do." she honestly told him, not bothering to look back up to him. "I was on a mission when I came here. Once it was finished I kind of had no purpose but to be shelter and caretaker for the baby, not saying that it's a bad thing I just... well..." she brought a hand up to her hair and played with a strand, thinking of the right words to describe how she felt without sounding anymore of a prude than she had the whole day.

"I don't really feel as if I'm doing anything. Whereas I was in the service, I had an everyday mission. I almost feel incomplete without a reason to get up not saying the baby isn't a reason.." she felt flustered, nothing was coming out right. She was jobless with no form of passion in an everyday activity she had once been apart of, Sarah didn't hate the thought of being to caretaker of her baby but the thought and action seemed almost foreign to her. "I'm sorry..." she now said.


[OOC: Gah! I am sooooooo sorry >.