Thread:Draykat/@comment-34830139-20180331053348/@comment-33200767-20180403001135

"shameless indeed!" Gaynor shouted, reclaiming his composure, and his clothes. "I do hope that you never try something like that again!" he picked his staff up off the ground, and pointed it at the hellhound "Spirits of Zepher, come to the made of me and my kin! defend us from the savage or the saint, whoever shall find themselves to become my foe!" wind wrapped itself around him, and then channeled itself to the hellhound, and struggle as she might, she could not get any closer to Gaynor or Margaret.

"try as you might, but no being can overpower my wind guardian spell," he said, a smug look on his face. "it is designed so that you will not be able to get any closer to me than you currently are, and with a few alterations, I applied that to this fair young lady as well," Gaynor said, gesturing to Margaret.

"now, I have some questions for you... first, why are you here? and second, where did you get those clothes? " he said, noticing the librarians uniform.

"on second thought, I would rather not know... Margaret, I suggest that if you really want to join me in my travels, that now would be a good time to prepare yourself... If a hellhound has picked up my scent, then it will not be long before my family notices..."

He raised his hand and began to chant.

"symbols become letters, letters become words, words become thoughts and thoughts to the pages... write."

the papers around him began to arrange themselves, sorting and rewriting, even binding themselves into new books... the inkwells came to life, and within seconds, all of his notes were into his bag once more, and several new books had written themselves, and were sitting neatly on the table.