Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-37315504-20190714190018/@comment-28718853-20190820012547

A mage sat upon the rocks, idly twirling his staff and waiting for his assistant to arrive. Eventually, he sees an Owl Mage flying toward him wearing a satchel that carries an assortment of potions necessary for the mage's spell. He removes the satchel from the Owl Mage and asks, "Any trouble."

"None from the Order," the Owl Mage replies as she perches herself on one of the rocks next to the mage.

The mage examines the satchel's contents, and once he's satisfied that all of the required potions are accounted for he motions for the Owl Mage to follow him out of the area. She obliges without hesitation.