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It didn't take long for Prism to have the barista's number tucked into the back pocket of her jeans and a cup of black coffee on the house. With a parting wink to the barista, whose name she'd already forgotten, Prism made her way to the table her group had chosen. It was rather spacious, enough to fit all of them and still have some elbow room. She took a sip of the coffee given to her, grimacing slightly at the slight hint of sugar in it, and eyed the rest of her companions.

[color=f7941d]"So from the sounds of it we need to hit a craft market and a garden centre after this."[/color]

Prism turned to look at Sera and nodded. A craft market for Sling and a garden centre for her. They would need to find those locations first before they created their transportation plan, but Prism hoped that they would find some nearby. They had passed by quite a few shops on the way to the cafe that she would have liked to visit. Maybe she'd even find something to aid her newly discovered conjuration abilities, something she'd kept secret. She was just a druidic mage, as far as everyone was concerned, and she liked it that way. She liked having a trump card up her sleeves for when she would find herself in a tight spot.

[color=0054a6]"We could head to the craft store first and look around the area. If there's a garden centre nearby, I'm sure I'd feel it,"[/color] she offered, eyeing the map that Mikkish had. [color=0054a6]"I'm not in quite a hurry to get some supplies since I brought some with me, but it would be nice to secure a place for when my babies need something."[/color]

She nodded to herself, as if her statement was final. Another sip of her coffee and she'd finished with it, taking this time to look around the cafe instead. It wasn't crowded, per se. There were some patrons aside from them but none of them seemed all that approachable.

She chanced another look at her companions before leaning on the table and finally asking about something that had been bothering her for a while now. [color=0054a6]"So, that sign out front. The whole 'Blood mages not welcome business', what do you think that's about?"[/color] She looked over her shoulders to make sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation before continuing, [color=0054a6]"There's no 'blood mage' here, is there?"[/color]

She side-eyed the quietest one in their group. [color=0054a6]"How 'bout you, Jacket? You've been very shifty there. Not a blood mage, are you?"[/color]