[h2] Sera Kennithson [/h2]

As Prism tried calming Sera down it initially had the opposite effect. [color=0054a6]"You might wanna drop that. He's not here to cause trouble, although I think we may have overstayed our welcome here,"[/color] Sera flinched, her body freezing up and her animated weapons dropping to the floor as Prism grasped her shoulder, lifeless. The enchantment had run it's course by the looks of things. A second later she began to calm, ashamed of herself. She like to think that she was a calm and calculating type from her time doing the rounds in chess tournaments, but instead she acted on instinct. [color=f7941d]"S-sorry,"[/color] she managed to stutter, [color=f7941d]"He scared the ever living shit out of me,".[/color] She shook her head as she picked up her knives and slipped them back into her bag.

Prism was right though it certainly did seem like they had overstayed their welcome in the shop, especially with Mikkish owning up to being a blood mage of some sort, "Blood magic? Yeah, I did a bit..." he had claimed, probably forgetting the sign. And it looked like the shop owner was planning on calling the law enforcement too.
[color=f7941d]"Maybe it's best if we leave? Unless we want to spend our first day of magic school in prison,"[/color] Sera suggested, it's not like they had nothing else to do in the mean time anyway. They could spend the time running the errands they had - the garden centre for Prism and the craft centre for Josh, she could use some sewing supplies considering the sizeable new hole her bag had in it. Besides, Mikkish had left already and if he spoke so freely about his dabbling in blood magic anywhere else it could land him in big trouble.