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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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"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.