*Whilst passing by and offering a simple wave you find a canonload of euro notes have blasted into your face with about the same amount of force*
*ducks, getting on the ground and stares blankly at him* …. Why the fuck did you get the useful magic?!
*He shakes his arms, testing to see if they’ll separate, which they don’t, but that doesn’t stop the money from exploding forth when he moves them in unison.*
Seems safe~ But now you’ve got a man tied up in your house, what do you intend to do with him?
*he winces a bit at the continual flow of money* Clearly, the next step is to make sure you simply don’t move in the near future. At least, your hands. I’m thinking of anchoring them to some furniture, if you don’t object.










