@riptocterror
{♚}—; Cosmos stood in his study, a large room where he was currently reading over some ancient texts, translating them and thinking about the kinds of feats that could be performed with such methods he’d been training himself in.
However during his daily duties he sensed a presence approaching him, trouble in paradise. “If you thought you could attempt to sneak up on me like this, I’m afraid you’re mistaken.” Cosmos turned around, to see the small sorcerer known as Ripto that Spyro had told them all about.
The leader of the Magic Crafters knew full well about the reputation that Ripto had built up thanks to the incident in Avalar, so he was watching his every move in case he wanted to try attacking him or wanted to take something from him. “If I may ask, why have you come here?”
He really didn’t intend on coming here ... But, he was in dire need of some medical attention. Though his manic desire for destruction was strong, the pain from his self-inflicted injuries was stronger. He had himself wrapped in a thick blanket, coated with blood. His hands were shaking, eyes glazed over. “I hate you.”
“... But I need some of your magic. You can heal, right?”
