Rolling in the Deep | Open
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‘I thought Demonic culture was mostly vegetarian?’ Kelt asked, a bit confused. Maybe he was mixing the religions up. ‘But to eat with the Knights… maybe after all this solving of riddles everyone will be pretty hungry.’ He looked around, before deciding not even food could merge them together. ‘Nah, pretty sure it’s a waste of food.’
Kelt laughed. ‘Hey, who am I to judge,’ he chuckled. ‘I thought maybe you had some sort of survival kit, like paint to make a large S.O.S. sign, you know, when stuff gets bad,’ he proposed. ‘But likely I was just overreacting.’ He patted the butt of the pig. ‘Hop on, let’s take a look into the shed, maybe they have paint there.’ His insides were all giddy thinking of riding a pig with a DracoMancer behind him, someone had to paint that.
“Well I think you’re forgetting that while they were kidnapped from their homes before they could delightfully be burned at the stake most of the Mancers are not from a Demonic background.” Borus replied crossing his arms in front of him. Sure people like him might have been raised in the culture, but no he was not demonic, and he’d fight anyone tooth and nail that told him otherwise.
Shaking it off though Borus took a deep breath. “Why would I need paint when I can literally just create my own smoke signal out of thin air?” He questioned with a raised eyebrow. Sure the Knight probably didn’t know he was talking to a chaos magician, but Borus figured that even if he hadn’t been aware, paint was probably the last thing a soldier wanted when trying to devise a way to call for help. But then again it might be different in Knight land or whatever.
Looking at the pig though Borus couldn’t keep the slight air of disgust off of his face. “Do i have to ride the pig?” He asked wrinkling his nose in replusion.
‘Sure, not from it. But I can imagine growing up among people who are, you can hardly ignore being affected one way or another,’ he said. Meanwhile he was thinking about the books he had read about the DracoMancers, about how young some of them were when they were brought to Yartihn. He could imagine some having little to no memory of an other culture, and without knowledge copy the culture they came in touch with. Which of course, was Demonic. But maybe this one painted a more true picture.
‘Ah,’ kelt said, both surprised and impressed. ‘Chaos Magic, then. Well, that explains why you’re not carrying any paint,’ he concluded and laughed at his own joke. ‘And yes, I’m thinking that riding a pig to get through this mess is a lot saver than trying to walk on foot through the mud pool.’ He looked at his muddy boots. ‘Trust me. And to ease your mind, I won’t tell on you, promise. No one will ever hear about your adventure as a pig rider.’









