"Who said anything about 'storming' the castle?" retorted the Sorcerer with a scoff, "Have none of you ever sneaked into any place before?" he shook his head. The idea that someone like him would suggest using brute force was laughable, hysterical even. And of course they questioned his certainty about the mirror. Okay then, seemed it was time to spill the beans.
"I know all this because it exists as a fairy tale in the world I hail from. That's how I'm so certain about the Mirror and what it can do." he leaned in a bit for a hard gaze at shorter guy, "And according to the story, the Mirror is a spirit that was enslaved and trapped in the mirror by the Queen. So if we were to... rescue it? Well you can probably guess how grateful it would be to us for saving it."
But that didn't seem to be enough. And now the would-be surfer dude was accusing him of giving 'bad vibes', as he put it. That made the Sorcerer's blood boil and he whirled around to glare at him, "What I'm doing is looking at this from the bigger picture. So I'm sorry if that gives you bad vibes, 'bro'. What exactly do you think I would do with the Mirror? Lug it around with me everywhere I go? Don't be absurd." he rubbed his temples in frustration, "Obviously my suggestion is to take the Mirror back to the old man. If he doesn't know a way to free the spirit, then he's sure to know someone else who does."
But despite his arguments and against all of Canaan's protests, the group voted to search for the maiden first. Canaan hung back as they walked, clearly having no desire to make this choice, "Tch, this is why I hate Democracy." he muttered under his breath. It was also why he hated having to work with other people. If he'd been on his own he could have just gone with his own plan and not have to care about trying to pitch the idea to anyone else.
But as the group entered the forest, Canaan could almost immediately the smell the stench of a dead body somewhere deeper within. Soon they found it, the body of one of the mercenaries that had passed by them earlier. He was clearly dead, impaled on a bunch of tree branches and roots. And now suddenly it was turning into a vote on whether to try to help the poor fool or not. Great, another 'vote'. Because the last one went so well last time. Canaan rolled his eyes, "Look, who cares? He's dead and gone, guy was probably an idiot anyway. And remind me again who it was earlier that was making such a big deal about not wasting our time?" he shot a sideways glance over Kalak and Conner.
