۞ ― Judar called bullshit. There was no way tea could do something like this, even with a magic spell. He wouldn’t believe there was such a thing (even if there actually was). For now the oracle’s patience had been drawn to his limits and he was done putting up with, in his opinion, the smug bastard before him.
“Whatever. I never liked your shitty tea anyways,” he stood up to take his leave from the other magi’s home, waving a hand in dismissal, “Thousands of years and you still suck at hosting. No wonder you’ve died multiple times. I’m outta here.”
“Thank you very much for your stay Judar,” Yunan chuckles as he decided to bid the rude magi a gentle yet unfriendly farewell. “Just don’t go in the wrong way on your way home!” Yunan was already giggling as Judar’s black rukh muttered the words ‘bullshit’ towards the wanderer.
As he waved the magi farewell, he decided to go back to his dear, humble treehouse and remain in peace.