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"Massster..." this came from a disembodied head floating in front of Raistlin's desk. The archmagus didn't look up immediately, busy scratching writing onto a piece of flattened parchment, the quill in his thin golden fingers practically vibrating with the speed of his notes.

Genessia was a land of fascinating marvels. He'd be sure not to forget a single one.

"Masssster pleasssse," the head tried a second time.

Finally, Raistlin glanced up, impatient at the interruption. "What?"

"Therrrre is an intruderrr in the Grrove."

That. That was interesting, and Raistlin's hand finally stilled. "In the Grove, you say?"

"Yesssss. The defenderrrssss have not been able to kill it..."

Extremely interesting. Something from Genessia, no doubt, nothing else would make sense. The blackrobe dabbed the last of the ink off the feather quill onto a pad and set the instrument aside, and then took the time to carefully close up the inkwell. This could take a while.

And so it was that whatever this stranger was doing, he suddenly wasn't the only living creature in the dark, ancient grove. Raistlin lurked in the deepest shadows, silently watching.

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"Then man, you are gonna love modern convenience, refrigerators are awesome. Shit comes with freezers too, it's fucking fantastic. No magic necessary.

Nnnnnone of which you actually get to enjoy if you live in a tent in the woods."

"I am still uncertain the pros of living in one of these apartments outweigh the cons."

"Alright well let me just put the pros to living in a tent along side the pros of living in an apartment.

Apartment pros: No bugs crawling into your bed as you sleep, less chance of being attacked by bears, if it rains, you probably won't have to worry about your sleeping area turning into a small lake, air conditioning, a lot less mosquitoes, the fridge, television, running water in general, electric light, a stove that's already here, and also, less bears.

... Did I say less bears? There's less bears.

And on the tent side uhm....." He pauses, staring at his hand for a moment.

"Ttttteeeeennnnnnttttsssssssss.... Tents. .... What's your opinion on bears?"

"A perfectly suitable ingredient for stew."

Like he's bothered by bears.

"Well there you go, plentiful stew ingredients.

You could probably get stew beef at the market though, with a lot less bear fighting involved."

"In exchange for chroma."

Which meant in exchange for touching more.

"Well yes, but even if you lived in the woods setting bears on fire, you'd need plenty of chroma for that too."

"Ugh."

This world's really going to force the issue, isn't it?

"Hey, if you want, I'm fucking loaded, I can go get food at the store."

"From your... high fives."

And low fives, as it were.

"Yeah, I've been pretty busy." Look not all of them were idle slaps!

Sometimes he couldn't get away fast enough and got a lot of percussively acquired chroma!

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"There is still the chance our arrival here was a side effect of one of the spells I used."

And he's going to really hope that chance pans out. Raistlin won't cling to any given hope, ever, but this is as close as he gets.

"Yeah maybe, but there's no reason to not try to be comfortable in the meantime if that's the case.

Bro, c'mon, you're not serious about that tent, are you?"

"Of course I am."

Look, Wade's encountered Raistlin's sense of humor before... this ain't it.

"...But I agree that an apartment may be a wiser course."

Grudgingly.

It ain't it, and man he really doesn't want to stand here and argue about sleeping in an apartment, Raistlin!

Thank god he actually agreed to it.

"Awesome. By the way, bed's more comfortable than a sleeping bag too, forgot to mention that." But, Raistlin, he's fairly sure that you know this.

"Perhaps a change of mind is in order."

Oh, there's his humor. Even if he's only half kidding, and his tone is zero kidding.