The Beast Scrybe&#x27;s Subordinates

#ooc - the ghostie behind the scenes

trashgoblincreature

Hhhhh sorry for temporarily slow responses on my side blogs, i am diseased-

[It had been a while since the Angler had gotten out of the factory. Things were mostly back to normal. Mostly... he remembered his wizard friend, and only got sad. Were they okay? Where'd they gone? All he knew was that he woke up from the reset, and they weren't there. He took a second to look around, and - ah. He'd zoned out and walked too far into... the woods? This... didn't look like the woods... He looked around, feeling as though he wasn't alone, here.] - [@forest-dwelling-doofuses]

So much had changed in so little time. OLD_FISH were getting sparser, if not non-existant. Leshy was never mad, of course, if anything it's been calmer since PO3's downfall. The wet mud squished under angler's feet, leaving imprints of where he'd been, the sparse grass only aided in that visibility at the cost of causing the trek to get harder as his boots sank in.

Eyes drifting about, the look of... Something unnatural was present in footprints not far from the angler. Moving towards by the east, hasty but not as sunk in. The creature was light and fast by the look of the tracks. Before much more could be thought on the surroundings and the tracks, some splashing sounded out from behind a few willow trees. The tracks lead right to it, but what it is remains a current mystery.

@forest-dwelling-doofuses

~“Oh, yeah, there should be one in a box closer to the doorway. Usually use that one for Leshy, but he won’t mind Angler usin it. No worries, if Leshy passes out while writin ideas fer his game down, again, I’ll just make sure the door outside is closed.”~

[It had been a while since the Angler had gotten out of the factory. Things were mostly back to normal. Mostly... he remembered his wizard friend, and only got sad. Were they okay? Where'd they gone? All he knew was that he woke up from the reset, and they weren't there. He took a second to look around, and - ah. He'd zoned out and walked too far into... the woods? This... didn't look like the woods... He looked around, feeling as though he wasn't alone, here.] - [@forest-dwelling-doofuses]

So much had changed in so little time. OLD_FISH were getting sparser, if not non-existant. Leshy was never mad, of course, if anything it's been calmer since PO3's downfall. The wet mud squished under angler's feet, leaving imprints of where he'd been, the sparse grass only aided in that visibility at the cost of causing the trek to get harder as his boots sank in.

Eyes drifting about, the look of... Something unnatural was present in footprints not far from the angler. Moving towards by the east, hasty but not as sunk in. The creature was light and fast by the look of the tracks. Before much more could be thought on the surroundings and the tracks, some splashing sounded out from behind a few willow trees. The tracks lead right to it, but what it is remains a current mystery.

@forest-dwelling-doofuses

>”Uh... y-yes... you’re safe, promise...”<

[He seemed... very dizzy, from what just happened... He went and sat down, still holding them, just... seeming to need a minute for his brain to recover from that. He should be fine... right? It was sorta hard to tell... Maybe he just needed a minute...]

“You seem tired...” Lonely comments, taking the blanket off them and doing their best to put it on angler, only managing to cover one shoulder at best. “Here! Cozy comfy time.” They settle in angler’s arms, yawning somehow and revealing a mouth that was pure white on the inside but it was closed just as soon as it opened.

[Angler was too out of it to question it... He adjusted the blanket, a little, so it wasn’t just on one shoulder, and then he got comfortable, and started to doze off. He didn’t want to... he wanted to stay awake and protect Lonely, but not only was he tired, anyways, he was also too out of it to really notice he was falling asleep, right away... He made sure they were comfortable, too, and passed right out.]

Lonely watches as angler falls asleep. Slowly, they inch out of angler’s arms and slowly tread towards the door. They push the door open silently and slip out into the main cabin room, looking around.

[Leshy didn’t seem to be there, right now... However, Trader was. She seemed sorta bored, just sharpening a hunting knife... She didn’t get much business, anymore, but she still did her work. At this point, it was more just for fun, than anything. She didn’t have much to do, so might as well do what she enjoys. She didn’t notice them, right away, and likely wouldn’t unless they made themself known.]

Lonely attempts to come look at the work they were doing, so they just waltz right up. With no scribes they felt far safer anyways. “Do you like making things?” They ask her, seemingly unafraid of the knife they had. To them, this was a friendly face even if it was a stranger.

~"Huh? Oh... It's you..."~

[She'd seemed a little surprised, her focus on sharpening the knife switching to the wizard before her, so quickly.]

~"Yes, I do, actually. I'm the one who made the blanket you and Angler had borrowed. Did ya need somethin?"~

[She seemed pretty calm... A friend of Angler was a friend of hers, after all. She put her knife down, and took a minute to adjust her bandana, a little, pulling it up, a bit more.]

[It had been a while since the Angler had gotten out of the factory. Things were mostly back to normal. Mostly... he remembered his wizard friend, and only got sad. Were they okay? Where'd they gone? All he knew was that he woke up from the reset, and they weren't there. He took a second to look around, and - ah. He'd zoned out and walked too far into... the woods? This... didn't look like the woods... He looked around, feeling as though he wasn't alone, here.] - [@forest-dwelling-doofuses]

So much had changed in so little time. OLD_FISH were getting sparser, if not non-existant. Leshy was never mad, of course, if anything it's been calmer since PO3's downfall. The wet mud squished under angler's feet, leaving imprints of where he'd been, the sparse grass only aided in that visibility at the cost of causing the trek to get harder as his boots sank in.

Eyes drifting about, the look of... Something unnatural was present in footprints not far from the angler. Moving towards by the east, hasty but not as sunk in. The creature was light and fast by the look of the tracks. Before much more could be thought on the surroundings and the tracks, some splashing sounded out from behind a few willow trees. The tracks lead right to it, but what it is remains a current mystery.

@forest-dwelling-doofuses

>”Uh... y-yes... you’re safe, promise...”<

[He seemed... very dizzy, from what just happened... He went and sat down, still holding them, just... seeming to need a minute for his brain to recover from that. He should be fine... right? It was sorta hard to tell... Maybe he just needed a minute...]

“You seem tired...” Lonely comments, taking the blanket off them and doing their best to put it on angler, only managing to cover one shoulder at best. “Here! Cozy comfy time.” They settle in angler’s arms, yawning somehow and revealing a mouth that was pure white on the inside but it was closed just as soon as it opened.

[Angler was too out of it to question it... He adjusted the blanket, a little, so it wasn’t just on one shoulder, and then he got comfortable, and started to doze off. He didn’t want to... he wanted to stay awake and protect Lonely, but not only was he tired, anyways, he was also too out of it to really notice he was falling asleep, right away... He made sure they were comfortable, too, and passed right out.]

Lonely watches as angler falls asleep. Slowly, they inch out of angler’s arms and slowly tread towards the door. They push the door open silently and slip out into the main cabin room, looking around.

[Leshy didn’t seem to be there, right now... However, Trader was. She seemed sorta bored, just sharpening a hunting knife... She didn’t get much business, anymore, but she still did her work. At this point, it was more just for fun, than anything. She didn’t have much to do, so might as well do what she enjoys. She didn’t notice them, right away, and likely wouldn’t unless they made themself known.]

[It had been a while since the Angler had gotten out of the factory. Things were mostly back to normal. Mostly... he remembered his wizard friend, and only got sad. Were they okay? Where'd they gone? All he knew was that he woke up from the reset, and they weren't there. He took a second to look around, and - ah. He'd zoned out and walked too far into... the woods? This... didn't look like the woods... He looked around, feeling as though he wasn't alone, here.] - [@forest-dwelling-doofuses]

So much had changed in so little time. OLD_FISH were getting sparser, if not non-existant. Leshy was never mad, of course, if anything it's been calmer since PO3's downfall. The wet mud squished under angler's feet, leaving imprints of where he'd been, the sparse grass only aided in that visibility at the cost of causing the trek to get harder as his boots sank in.

Eyes drifting about, the look of... Something unnatural was present in footprints not far from the angler. Moving towards by the east, hasty but not as sunk in. The creature was light and fast by the look of the tracks. Before much more could be thought on the surroundings and the tracks, some splashing sounded out from behind a few willow trees. The tracks lead right to it, but what it is remains a current mystery.

@forest-dwelling-doofuses

>”Uh... y-yes... you’re safe, promise...”<

[He seemed... very dizzy, from what just happened... He went and sat down, still holding them, just... seeming to need a minute for his brain to recover from that. He should be fine... right? It was sorta hard to tell... Maybe he just needed a minute...]

“You seem tired...” Lonely comments, taking the blanket off them and doing their best to put it on angler, only managing to cover one shoulder at best. “Here! Cozy comfy time.” They settle in angler’s arms, yawning somehow and revealing a mouth that was pure white on the inside but it was closed just as soon as it opened.

[Angler was too out of it to question it... He adjusted the blanket, a little, so it wasn’t just on one shoulder, and then he got comfortable, and started to doze off. He didn’t want to... he wanted to stay awake and protect Lonely, but not only was he tired, anyways, he was also too out of it to really notice he was falling asleep, right away... He made sure they were comfortable, too, and passed right out.]

[It had been a while since the Angler had gotten out of the factory. Things were mostly back to normal. Mostly... he remembered his wizard friend, and only got sad. Were they okay? Where'd they gone? All he knew was that he woke up from the reset, and they weren't there. He took a second to look around, and - ah. He'd zoned out and walked too far into... the woods? This... didn't look like the woods... He looked around, feeling as though he wasn't alone, here.] - [@forest-dwelling-doofuses]

So much had changed in so little time. OLD_FISH were getting sparser, if not non-existant. Leshy was never mad, of course, if anything it's been calmer since PO3's downfall. The wet mud squished under angler's feet, leaving imprints of where he'd been, the sparse grass only aided in that visibility at the cost of causing the trek to get harder as his boots sank in.

Eyes drifting about, the look of... Something unnatural was present in footprints not far from the angler. Moving towards by the east, hasty but not as sunk in. The creature was light and fast by the look of the tracks. Before much more could be thought on the surroundings and the tracks, some splashing sounded out from behind a few willow trees. The tracks lead right to it, but what it is remains a current mystery.

@forest-dwelling-doofuses

>”Uh... y-yes... you’re safe, promise...”<

[He seemed... very dizzy, from what just happened... He went and sat down, still holding them, just... seeming to need a minute for his brain to recover from that. He should be fine... right? It was sorta hard to tell... Maybe he just needed a minute...]

[It had been a while since the Angler had gotten out of the factory. Things were mostly back to normal. Mostly... he remembered his wizard friend, and only got sad. Were they okay? Where'd they gone? All he knew was that he woke up from the reset, and they weren't there. He took a second to look around, and - ah. He'd zoned out and walked too far into... the woods? This... didn't look like the woods... He looked around, feeling as though he wasn't alone, here.] - [@forest-dwelling-doofuses]

So much had changed in so little time. OLD_FISH were getting sparser, if not non-existant. Leshy was never mad, of course, if anything it's been calmer since PO3's downfall. The wet mud squished under angler's feet, leaving imprints of where he'd been, the sparse grass only aided in that visibility at the cost of causing the trek to get harder as his boots sank in.

Eyes drifting about, the look of... Something unnatural was present in footprints not far from the angler. Moving towards by the east, hasty but not as sunk in. The creature was light and fast by the look of the tracks. Before much more could be thought on the surroundings and the tracks, some splashing sounded out from behind a few willow trees. The tracks lead right to it, but what it is remains a current mystery.

@forest-dwelling-doofuses

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[Angler calmed down… happy they were okay, at least. He picked them back up, handing them their hat back and then trying to comfort them.]

>“Just got worried… Don’t want Wizbot hurt, any more.”<

[He knew they’d likely been through a lot… and he hated the thought of them having to suffer, more. He had a feeling they’d probably be fine, but… that didn’t mean he was just gonna sit and watch and let them get hurt, again.]

“I’m okay, nothing to worry about here! The good thing about dreams is that they aren’t real!” They hoped. That stitched pelt was still over them and they take their hat back, placing it on their head. It was far too big for them. “So where are we? I barely remember anything besides when magnificus put me in--” They shake their head. “Never mind! hahaha. We’re in a place made of wood, right?”

>”We’re in Leshy-fish cabin. Wanted Wizbot to be comfy and warm in sleep... Cold, wet part of forest was opposite.”<

[He’d been more worried about making sure they were comfortable, than anything else. Especially after the incident with the bear trap... He just wanted them to feel safe, so they wouldn’t leave the forest. It was... likely safer, for them, here, right now, than anywhere else...]

“Leshy leshy leshy......... Wait--A scribe?? The Leshy who is a Scribe? Oh... Oh nonono--” They begin to wiggle in their panic. “If Leshy is a scribe and he knows I’m here he’ll know then if he knows he could tell someone and if he told someone they could tell someone else and if someone else told the other scribes the other scribes would know and if the other scribes know they could tell magificus and if magnificus knew I was here then he’d come get me and if he came here he’d take me and if he got me he’d put me back andif I was back i wouldn’t able to stay sane and--” that was all rambled very fast but they’re cut off by their own hyperventilating. They’re out of Angler’s arms at this point and has tried to press themselves into a corner while shaking. That mox glow comes back in their chest as the wall they touch begins to switch between normal and a corrupted state in seemingly random intervals. “I don’t want to go back!!!” They scream at the top of their lungs. If their presence wasn’t alerted before, it Certainly was now.

[Angler, worried, quickly tried to hug them and calm them down.]

>”No, no, no! Leshy-fish already know... Said he wouldn’t tell... Leshy-fish not like fluffy wizard, either. Thinks what he did was wrong - can ask him, if it helps.”<

[He knew Leshy, better than he knew almost anyone else. So... he also knew Leshy didn’t respect Magnificus in the slightest. Leshy despised Magnificus. Especially thanks to the way he treated his students.]

>”Said if fluffy man come here, he turn him into card, again. Don’t worry...”<

[It had been a while since the Angler had gotten out of the factory. Things were mostly back to normal. Mostly... he remembered his wizard friend, and only got sad. Were they okay? Where'd they gone? All he knew was that he woke up from the reset, and they weren't there. He took a second to look around, and - ah. He'd zoned out and walked too far into... the woods? This... didn't look like the woods... He looked around, feeling as though he wasn't alone, here.] - [@forest-dwelling-doofuses]

So much had changed in so little time. OLD_FISH were getting sparser, if not non-existant. Leshy was never mad, of course, if anything it's been calmer since PO3's downfall. The wet mud squished under angler's feet, leaving imprints of where he'd been, the sparse grass only aided in that visibility at the cost of causing the trek to get harder as his boots sank in.

Eyes drifting about, the look of... Something unnatural was present in footprints not far from the angler. Moving towards by the east, hasty but not as sunk in. The creature was light and fast by the look of the tracks. Before much more could be thought on the surroundings and the tracks, some splashing sounded out from behind a few willow trees. The tracks lead right to it, but what it is remains a current mystery.

@forest-dwelling-doofuses

forest-dwelling-doofuses

[Angler calmed down… happy they were okay, at least. He picked them back up, handing them their hat back and then trying to comfort them.]

>“Just got worried… Don’t want Wizbot hurt, any more.”<

[He knew they’d likely been through a lot… and he hated the thought of them having to suffer, more. He had a feeling they’d probably be fine, but… that didn’t mean he was just gonna sit and watch and let them get hurt, again.]

“I’m okay, nothing to worry about here! The good thing about dreams is that they aren’t real!” They hoped. That stitched pelt was still over them and they take their hat back, placing it on their head. It was far too big for them. “So where are we? I barely remember anything besides when magnificus put me in--” They shake their head. “Never mind! hahaha. We’re in a place made of wood, right?”

>”We’re in Leshy-fish cabin. Wanted Wizbot to be comfy and warm in sleep... Cold, wet part of forest was opposite.”<

[He’d been more worried about making sure they were comfortable, than anything else. Especially after the incident with the bear trap... He just wanted them to feel safe, so they wouldn’t leave the forest. It was... likely safer, for them, here, right now, than anywhere else...]

“ When the wizard awoke, they were back in Angler’s arms, still covered up with the blanket… Angler seemed a little tired, himself, but… then again, he sorta seemed that way by default, so it was probably nothing to worry about. “

Hi I could not get this image out of my head, hope you don’t mind a tag! @forest-dwelling-doofuses

#brain off - ooc #[hhhh i would protect them with my LIFE-#[thank you my brain was demanding wholesom sdsadssd-

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[this. is making my brain give me the emotional fuzzies, this is. exactly how i pictured it, too dsdfds-

"Fishbot?" The rattle-y little wizard perks up and runs over. "FISHBOT!!! I missed you!!! IT'S ME!! WIZBOT!!! I never thought I'd SEE you again!" They're shaking so much they might burst. { need-stimulation }

[The large fish man froze in place, for a moment, shocked... trying to process a response.]

[He smiled. He rarely smiled... He kneeled to the small wizard’s level and held his arms out to hug them.]

>”Was worried! Got scared small friend might be hurt... was scared wouldn’t get to see, again!”<

[The Prospector and Trader both looked truly surprised to see the Angler showing more emotion than ‘good fish’ or ‘bad fish’... Angler payed no mind to them, just overjoyed to see his friend, once again... He hadn’t seen them, in a while, and he had definitely been getting worried, ever since they escaped the bot cards and he hadn’t seen them.]

need-stimulation

The wizard awkwardly chuckles before slowly giving way to a sad kind of expression. “You don’t... have to.”

Theres a moment of silence. During that moment Wiz is almost entirely still for the first time ever.

“Why would you... why risk getting HURT for me?” Magnificus was more powerful than most people knew. Only his poor unfortunate students knew the risk of being involved with his real magic.

[Angler was silent, a moment. Thinking of how he was going to word this. He knew Magnificus was stronger than he could ever be, and he knew he likely would get badly hurt if he were to protect Wiz from him... however...]

>“... You’re family. Family protect each other, no matter cost.”<

[He saw them as family. Just like he’d grown to see Leshy and his other subordinates as family, he’d grown close to this wizard, and now, he would keep them safe. It’s what family did.]

[It had been a while since the Angler had gotten out of the factory. Things were mostly back to normal. Mostly... he remembered his wizard friend, and only got sad. Were they okay? Where'd they gone? All he knew was that he woke up from the reset, and they weren't there. He took a second to look around, and - ah. He'd zoned out and walked too far into... the woods? This... didn't look like the woods... He looked around, feeling as though he wasn't alone, here.] - [@forest-dwelling-doofuses]

So much had changed in so little time. OLD_FISH were getting sparser, if not non-existant. Leshy was never mad, of course, if anything it's been calmer since PO3's downfall. The wet mud squished under angler's feet, leaving imprints of where he'd been, the sparse grass only aided in that visibility at the cost of causing the trek to get harder as his boots sank in.

Eyes drifting about, the look of... Something unnatural was present in footprints not far from the angler. Moving towards by the east, hasty but not as sunk in. The creature was light and fast by the look of the tracks. Before much more could be thought on the surroundings and the tracks, some splashing sounded out from behind a few willow trees. The tracks lead right to it, but what it is remains a current mystery.

@forest-dwelling-doofuses

[After making sure they were comfy, Angler started walking back, still carrying them. They got back to the cabin, and he brought them into the Trader’s room, and set them down on some boxes, covering them up with a blanket made from pelts the Trapper had collected... He looked at the Trapper, who was in his usual spot, and went to talk to him about where he placed his traps... when the wizard awoke, they were back in Angler’s arms, still covered up with the blanket... Angler seemed a little tired, himself, but... then again, he sorta seemed that way by default, so it was probably nothing to worry about.]

They had been dreaming all through their sleep. A strange dream-like recounting of all events recent before bleeding into a long ago past before their finals. Before their friends were harmed by magnificus. So vividly they remembered magnificus speaking to them, telling lonely how well they did and that they were his favorite pupil, and that they were going to be bestowed the highest honor one could receive. Then it was dark. So. So DARK.

Claws meeting nothing, jumping but touching nothing, even their legs felt like they were floating. Then--Falling. Falling faster and faster and faster as a white ground began to approach. Collision. Lonely then jerked awake and fell out of anglers arms and onto the floor.

[Angler freaked out, a little, and quickly jumped up, kneeling on the floor to check on them.]

>“What happened?! Wizbot okay?!”<

[Did he do something wrong...? Did they get hurt, or something? They didn’t hit their head or get a splinter when they fell on the floor, did they? He was sorta panicking as these thoughts bounced around his head, every bone in his body on high alert as he tried to make sure they were okay.]

“I’m okay--“ they sit up. “Just.... Just a bad dream...” They rub their head. Their hat had fallen off in the startle and revealed a little black tuft of... hair? Fluff? Fuzz? Something hair-esk at the very least. The mox in their chest was glowing so brightly it was visible in their void body. That glow was slowly fading out as their nerves settle. “Sorry for scaring you fishbot...”

[Angler calmed down... happy they were okay, at least. He picked them back up, handing them their hat back and then trying to comfort them.]

>“Just got worried... Don’t want Wizbot hurt, any more.”<

[He knew they’d likely been through a lot... and he hated the thought of them having to suffer, more. He had a feeling they’d probably be fine, but... that didn’t mean he was just gonna sit and watch and let them get hurt, again.]

[It had been a while since the Angler had gotten out of the factory. Things were mostly back to normal. Mostly... he remembered his wizard friend, and only got sad. Were they okay? Where'd they gone? All he knew was that he woke up from the reset, and they weren't there. He took a second to look around, and - ah. He'd zoned out and walked too far into... the woods? This... didn't look like the woods... He looked around, feeling as though he wasn't alone, here.] - [@forest-dwelling-doofuses]

So much had changed in so little time. OLD_FISH were getting sparser, if not non-existant. Leshy was never mad, of course, if anything it's been calmer since PO3's downfall. The wet mud squished under angler's feet, leaving imprints of where he'd been, the sparse grass only aided in that visibility at the cost of causing the trek to get harder as his boots sank in.

Eyes drifting about, the look of... Something unnatural was present in footprints not far from the angler. Moving towards by the east, hasty but not as sunk in. The creature was light and fast by the look of the tracks. Before much more could be thought on the surroundings and the tracks, some splashing sounded out from behind a few willow trees. The tracks lead right to it, but what it is remains a current mystery.

@forest-dwelling-doofuses

[After making sure they were comfy, Angler started walking back, still carrying them. They got back to the cabin, and he brought them into the Trader’s room, and set them down on some boxes, covering them up with a blanket made from pelts the Trapper had collected... He looked at the Trapper, who was in his usual spot, and went to talk to him about where he placed his traps... when the wizard awoke, they were back in Angler’s arms, still covered up with the blanket... Angler seemed a little tired, himself, but... then again, he sorta seemed that way by default, so it was probably nothing to worry about.]

They had been dreaming all through their sleep. A strange dream-like recounting of all events recent before bleeding into a long ago past before their finals. Before their friends were harmed by magnificus. So vividly they remembered magnificus speaking to them, telling lonely how well they did and that they were his favorite pupil, and that they were going to be bestowed the highest honor one could receive. Then it was dark. So. So DARK.

Claws meeting nothing, jumping but touching nothing, even their legs felt like they were floating. Then--Falling. Falling faster and faster and faster as a white ground began to approach. Collision. Lonely then jerked awake and fell out of anglers arms and onto the floor.

[Angler freaked out, a little, and quickly jumped up, kneeling on the floor to check on them.]

>“What happened?! Wizbot okay?!”<

[Did he do something wrong...? Did they get hurt, or something? They didn’t hit their head or get a splinter when they fell on the floor, did they? He was sorta panicking as these thoughts bounced around his head, every bone in his body on high alert as he tried to make sure they were okay.]

[It had been a while since the Angler had gotten out of the factory. Things were mostly back to normal. Mostly... he remembered his wizard friend, and only got sad. Were they okay? Where'd they gone? All he knew was that he woke up from the reset, and they weren't there. He took a second to look around, and - ah. He'd zoned out and walked too far into... the woods? This... didn't look like the woods... He looked around, feeling as though he wasn't alone, here.] - [@forest-dwelling-doofuses]

So much had changed in so little time. OLD_FISH were getting sparser, if not non-existant. Leshy was never mad, of course, if anything it's been calmer since PO3's downfall. The wet mud squished under angler's feet, leaving imprints of where he'd been, the sparse grass only aided in that visibility at the cost of causing the trek to get harder as his boots sank in.

Eyes drifting about, the look of... Something unnatural was present in footprints not far from the angler. Moving towards by the east, hasty but not as sunk in. The creature was light and fast by the look of the tracks. Before much more could be thought on the surroundings and the tracks, some splashing sounded out from behind a few willow trees. The tracks lead right to it, but what it is remains a current mystery.

@forest-dwelling-doofuses

[After making sure they were comfy, Angler started walking back, still carrying them. They got back to the cabin, and he brought them into the Trader’s room, and set them down on some boxes, covering them up with a blanket made from pelts the Trapper had collected... He looked at the Trapper, who was in his usual spot, and went to talk to him about where he placed his traps... when the wizard awoke, they were back in Angler’s arms, still covered up with the blanket... Angler seemed a little tired, himself, but... then again, he sorta seemed that way by default, so it was probably nothing to worry about.]